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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

Help please...

I need to go to a doctors but I’m pretty scared. I did make the choice to get pregnant; me and my boyfriend did although now I am starting to get worried. Probably because I haven't seen him for a while and have no support from him on this issue, since he has family problems right now.

I've got all the symptoms apart from the missed period, as mine are so irregular I can't plot them out. Just wish I knew what to do next, although I know I want this baby if I am pregnant...


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My mom is my hero!

When I was only 14 years old I made the biggest mistake of my life!!! I was always a good girl, never did anything wrong, was my moms perfect angel which she loved b/c my 17 yr old sister was a huge troublemaker!!

Well one night my sister and her friends were making fun of me for being so good and I just gave in too easily and slept with my sister’s boyfriend. She didn't care cuz she could now say I wasn't a virgin. I cried for hours and when my mom got home I told her everything and although she was mad at me, she was happy that I was safe and had told her the truth.

My mom, who is a single parent b/c my father divorced her and ran off when she was pregnant with me, doesn't go easy on anyone but she did on me b/c she could see how hurt I was. My sister lost her cell, TV, and had to move into my mom’s room as well as not going out at night, being driven and picked up at school by my mom b/c she slept around so often!

It was only a month after before my mom came up to me one day (when I was home from school b/c I had been throwing up) when my last period was and when I couldn't remember she took me to the doctor and promised to stick by me when they confirmed I was pregnant!

Now why she is my hero... shortly after that the father came to me and was suing my family b/c he claimed I had raped him. Which never went through but he would try to attack me or punch me in the stomach any time he could! My mom told me she was proud of me and asked me and my sister if we as a family were going to stick together and raise this baby! When we said yes she moved us to Houston, Texas from NY. She gave up everything, her job, friends, family, life just so the babies, me, Kaya (my sis who felt so bad after pressuring me to have sex) and my mom could have a better life and be safe.

If you didn't catch that earlier I did say babies! I had, 4 months after we moved to Houston, fraternal twins Payton James and Lucy Kaya named after my mom, Pat and sister Kaya. They are now 16 months old and gorgeous!!!! If my mom hadn't stuck by me I don't know where I will be!

To all the teens out there, come clean to your parents the night you have sex or when you find out your pregnant and say straight out that you want them to be there for you, it may work!

Hayden, Kaya, Lucy and Payton

Hayden