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What I thought was wrong

Well I guess I made the biggest mistake of my life. It all got started me and my boyfriend have know each other for some time now, but we recently started dating in 9th grade. 9th grade passed and so have 10th we are on our way to the 11th. Until recently I have came to South Carolina to stay with my dad for the summer.

Everything was going great until 4th of July 2007 came. For some reason I was not feeling good so my dad took me to the doctors. While I was there they asked me some questions, so the had taken some blood and ran some test to figure out what was wrong. So as we waited in the room the doctor came back and told us the problem they said we have 2 tests, 1 is a test so see what was wrong and the other was a pregnancy test. She said well we know what’s wrong and your pregnancy test came back positive.

I was speechless and so was my dad, from that point on I didn't know what to do. As soon as my dad found out he started making phone calls to everyone, I already knew the deal; everyone was going to start yelling all so I just went along with it. Now that I have heard everybody drill this in my head I’m so stressed out and don’t know what to do. Because they don't want me to keep it but on my behalf its like a 50/50 chance. But out of all things they told me that I'm not even allowed to talk to talk to him anymore and I feel that that’s wrong he was part of it so why take him out of the picture.

But once I told him that I was a month and a half he was surprised but he already knew the deal of what had to be done. And he had already begun to go to work making money but as of today 7/8/07 my parents have already made the decision of me getting an abortion. When they told me that I was so blown because I'm going to have to suffer either way if I was to have it and or get an abortion.

I’m speaking about this because abortion is wrong and I just hate the fact that it’s going to be done. Because if its not that then my mom is going to kick me out and I will have no place to go.

But from my story I hope this does not happen to any other girls


Tiara

I Don't Know What To Do

I'm 13. I'm 8 months pregnant. I'm not positive who the father is. I can only think of one man that could possibly be the father, but he refuses to believe that. We did have sex and he doesn't refuse that, but I was on the pill and he used a condom.

Kris (who I think the father is) gets annoyed with me a lot. I've been hospitalized until I have my baby now, and he comes to visit me everyday. I think that he's starting to realize that he is the father. He won't admit it, but that’s just because he's scared.

Kris is 15, and I am 13 my parents don't support our relationship, and I think that is turning Kris away too.

Lala

My little unborn Angel & my aching heart

I'm 22yrs old and I'm 26 wks pregnant with my first baby. I just had an ultrasound on the 14th of June, to determine how far along I was. This is really all new for me, as I hadn’t planned on being a mommy. When I found out for sure, everyone was excited. They still are, and I am thrilled myself, but I'm saddened by one aspect of this situation.

My boyfriend whom I live with and I are not on speaking terms right now. It has nothing to with the baby, but it kind of involves his daughter. It’s hurting me so much; I just needed to let someone know. I've never been unkind or cruel to his kid, not once and that I swear to God is the honest truth. He really loves her, and I respect that and give him all the time he needs to be with her (she’s 3, and she lives with her mom).

When I found out I was pregnant, I was afraid that my boyfriend Paul would feel as if the pregnancy and baby would threaten his time with his daughter. That was never my intentions. About 3 mths ago, I asked him if he could come home just a little bit earlier, 'cause that's when I started to really need his comfort. I would be nauseous at night after working the whole day, and going to class afterward. But I made sure not to impose on his time with his kid. He's a real workaholic, so he's practically NEVER home.

I would be so heartbroken, and yet feel guilty. I had to go to the clinic as well as the hospital for the Ultrasound by myself, and I was really sad. I cried all of yesterday. I found out from my best friend that he said no matter what, he's always going to have time for his little girl and she's always going to be the favorite. I just want everyone to know, that I never wanted or planned any rivalry for Paul's attention between his daughter and the baby to be. I am hurting.

I've been stressed 'cause of what I heard he said. He doesn’t help me anymore, physically or financially. I think I may be a single mommy. I'm afraid cause I don't have his support. He used to give me a sense of comfort.

I'm terribly stressed; I think I may be harming my little one. I don't want to, but I'm really hurting. It’s my first pregnancy, and it’s anything but joyous!

Kamini

A Old Past And A New Begining

I wasn't planning on writing my story, but as I was reading these stories, something told me to let the world know what it feels like to be 15yrs old and 4 months pregnant. But my story is a bit different.

I lost my virginity at 12 and really wanted to get pregnant at 13 yrs old. The only reason was, that I felt alone and really wanted someone to love me as much as I loved them.

I moved in with my dad at 12 yrs old cause my dad was cool and let me do whatever I wanted. And when I was living with my mom she was strict. I always had good grades, no bad words, went to church, and everything.

Well when I was living with my dad I would hang around gangsters, smoke cigarettes, use drugs, skip school, finally dropped out, fight, and EVERYTHING. I changed a lot in less than a year.

But like I said I was having fun partying and being a badass, but I always felt alone. I began getting into relationships when I turned 14 yrs old. Which also meant more sex. I began to become careless and depressed in a way. And I really got into drugs.

When I turned 15 yrs old I began to get fed up with the life I was living. There was this 26 yrs. old guy that asked me to become his girlfriend and I said yes. But I didn't care he was something that was just there. He always treated me like a queen and loved me and respected me in every way. But I wasn't in love with him. I did make my self believe that I was in love with him for a while but I snapped out of it and broke up with him.

I do admit he changed my life when I was with him. I quit doing drugs and began studying at home and also left all my "friends" for him. Well I felt good when I left him because I knew that he wasn't the one for me. But while we were separated at the time, I began to feel pregnant so I took a 2 home pregnancy test and they both came out positive. I went to a pregnancy service place and they gave me a test that was also positive. When I found out I was pregnant it was one on the worst time of my life because my dad had gotten out of surgery after losing his job. I had no money and no insurance.

I cried so much because I knew that I had done so many things in my life that were wrong that no one knew about, and now I had to tell my parents something that would hurt them deeply. I told my dad first since we were so close, he was happy for me. Then I told the baby's father. I got back together with him for a little while but I was miserable because I didn't love him. But he was so excited. I got so depressed that I had to leave him because I knew I was hurting my baby. I finally told my mom and she made me move in with her and here I am 15 yrs old and 4 months pregnant.

All I really want to say is that a child is something you inherit from god. I believe god wanted me to have this child so I could change my way of thinking and living. My baby is a miracle since my ex was paralyzed from the waist down and couldn't have kids at the moment. But one day when we were doing "it" he did "it". And no I never cheated. So the child I'm carrying is truly a miracle from God.

I know now how it feels to get ready to be a mother when being a child myself and its hard, and i am struggling but thats not going to stop me from having an angel come out of me. I have suffered a lot and I believe that's why I did so many foolish things in life. But I really want all those teenage girls out there to know that they should wait, be in love, and never regret what happens to you because they are all just lessons of life.

My due date is Nov 25 2007. Wish me luck!

Love,

Sharai Rodriguez

15 and Pregnant with Twins

My story starts at the age of thirteen when I was in the eighth grade. Tommy and I met because he was on my best friend's soccer team, and we all used to hang out after school. We all lived in the same neighborhood close to school, and would walk home together. In March of 8th grade, Tommy and I started dating. We spent a lot of time at his house after school (his parents always worked until 7), making out.

That summer, Tommy and I broke up, but we continued to date on and off until the beginning of 10th grade, when we started to really "date" again. It was a great time. His best friend and my best friend were dating, and we would all hang out all the time. We had been dating for eight months, and it was the beginning of the summer, and things were looking great. We were 15, our friends had just gotten cars, and we were looking forward to an awesome summer hanging out at the neighborhood pool. Well, all of that changed one night in June.

Tommy and I decided it was time to "go all the way." We had been fooling around for months, and it just seemed like time. So one night we were at his house, his parents had gone out, and we did it. It was the first time for both of us, and while we used a condom, we were both shocked to find out that it had broken! I was a little scared, but I figured it was the first time and nothing could have happened.

The next couple of weeks were great, Tommy and I hung out with our friends, and every chance we got we would have sex, and we were completely in love. But then I thought that my period was late, but I never kept track of my periods very well, so I didn't think much of it until I started throwing up all the time. I didn't know what to do, so I told my fears to my best friend. She took me to the store and we bought a test. I took it at my house while my mom was at work. I was upset to find out taht it was positive, but I wasn't shocked. I think I knew deep down that I was pregnant.

I found out on July 18, 1998, and I was already 9 weeks pregnant. I had no idea how to tell Tommy, but somehow I did. He was shocked, but he said he would be there for me and the baby. We told our parents next. They were upset, but eventually both became supportive. His parents were only 17 when he was born, so they understood.

A few weeks later, we found out that we were having twins! I was so scared. I was 15 and pregnant. One baby was going to be bad enough, but two! But we got through it, and Tommy was there for me the whole time. On February 12, 1999, I gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, Paul Jude (PJ) and Hannah Kate. It was the best day of my life! I was homeschooled for the rest of junior year, but I went back to school for senior year, and graduated high school on time with the rest of my class. After high school, I went to the local college, and got a degree in nursing. Tommy and I stayed together until we were 19, and then decided that it was time to go our separate ways. He is still very involved in PJ and Hannah's lives, but it is a lot harder to be a single mom, since we were living together before we split up.

I am 24 now, and my kids are 8 (just finished second grade). They are the light of my life. I work as a nurse now, and Tommy sees them mainly on weekends. He is married now and has a son with his wife, but I am still single - but I don't mind. I am just waiting for the right guy to come along for me and my kids.

Being a parent as a teenager is hard, but it is not the end of the world. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for PJ and Hannah.

Michelle