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When I was 12, I met this guy named Alex. He had beautiful bluish green eyes and pretty brown curly hair. We got really close and since he was my next-door neighbor I was at his house all the time.

We started going out and after a year on my 2 months before my 13th birthday, we got into an argument. It hurt me so bad, so to make it up I told him we could have sex. He said we didn’t have to, but I told him I wanted to. I thought that would be the only way to make him love me again. So on Valentines Day, we did it in his room while his mom was at work.

I started having symptoms that I was pregnant and after 2 moths me and my boyfriend took a pregnancy test, which came out positive. I was so sad I cried in Alex's arms for hours. We were going to tell our parents, but we didn’t have to, because they started seeing the growth in my belly month by month. They said I had to leave their house so I moved in with Alex.

When I had my baby, I was only thirteen. I was happy to have her but it was hard. We named her Alana Michelle, Alana for Alex, and Michelle for Rachell. She is so beautiful. She has long curly hair, green eyes, and the prettiest voice in the world.

I am 20 now, and Alana is 7 and a half, as she says. I married Alex, and we take online college courses so we can graduate. My life is great, but it isn’t a good idea to get pregnant at 13.


Rachell

Girl with the baby

I was 13; I was in love with life and couldn’t imagine anything could go wrong. I marched around in little Hollister clothes and Abercrombie flip-flops. I had a boyfriend who was 16 and a lot older, but I made it work and bragged about him all the time. I was one of those girls who has the guy everyone want and the dream life. I lived in a large 3-story house. My mom and dad were rich accountants and couldn’t have a care.

One day I went to a big teen party, you know the ones where the parents aren’t there. Well my boyfriend and I went the full way through. I was pretty drunk and had had some pot and crack. The next month I started getting sick in the morning all the time. I had serious cramps, headaches, and missed 2 periods. I was terrified. I told my mom I had an afternoon study session. Instead I went to Planned Parenthood and got tested. I was pregnant. I was shocked yet excited at the same time. My life was flipped.

I got a sonogram and found out I was having twins! I was only 13!!! Well my boyfriend broke up with me and insists it’s not his but I know it is. I am now 8 1/2 months pregnant with twins Willow and Kareb. They are due in May 22nd. I am now 14 and am worried. My parents kicked me out and my aunt took me in to her household. I'm planning to keep my children. To be pregnant is very emotional. You feel whole and completed.

I don’t recommend it for young people but it is the most powerful and emotional experience I have ever had.


Amber

sad but happy

I'm 15 and a single mom and well here is my story.

Me and my ex-boyfriend found out I was 5 months pregnant and he stayed with me for about 2 months after that. Then he left me for some other 15-year-old girl. He’s 18 and he is still wanting to take care of his son Aaron James Frazer. And we are still friends. But there will always be a part of my hart that will still love him after he hurt me.

But I’m getting over loving him little be little.

And I’m 8 months pregnant today and that’s about it!


jessica

not easy

It’s not easy being a teen mom. I was thirteen was I got pregnant. And now I’m fourteen with a 3 month old baby.

Her father is a punk who won't even look at my baby. His mom is sheltering him from his responsibilities as a father. His whole family has seen our daughter except him and it’s hard.

My daughter is 3 months and is already saying daddy. And what makes it so bad is that she thinks my mom’s boyfriend is her dad because he was there when I was pregnant.


gabreeal

3 Kids And Pregnant With the 4th

When I was 13 I had my first kid. It was the day after the father's birthday and a week after mine. We both played hooky and went to an abandoned park. We just talked for a few minutes and the next thing I know I've lost my virginity (so did he).

A month after that day we were still going out and I started to receive the symptoms of pregnancy. I told my friend (also the father's ex) about that day, and about my symptoms now. She told me to just wait maybe I was over reacting. After 3 months I finally said "this is it" I went to the father's friend (Joe) who was also a very close friend of mine and I told him everything. He told me he'd be right back and when he came back he had a home pregnancy test. I took it into the bathroom, and when I saw the POSITIVE sign on it, I threw it away and walked out to the living room and saw my boyfriend and Joe.

I walked over to the couch where my boyfriend was sitting and laid down and put my head in his lap. I didn't say anything I just looked at him he looked back and I cried. I cried for a long time. I was very confused and scared I didn't know how to tell my parents, or his for that matter. We decided to tell his parents first, and they took it well. Then we went to my house and when I told my parents. They said that it would be best if I moved in with him. So they packed my bag and I was moving into his guest bedroom.

I went through the pregnancy o.k. We were both very scared cause we were both in middle school and we weren't ready for a kid. I had my daughter Emily in august of that year, and everything was fine for the rest of the year. About a week after Emily’s birthday me and my boyfriend went to this party with all our friends. (I gotta admit they aren't good kids) I saw my ex there and we both got drunk went into the bathroom, and I came out with guilt on my mind.

I didn't tell my boyfriend until I started thinking I was pregnant again. I told him the whole story, he didn't react. I asked him what was up and he told me that he cheated that night also. We forgave each other and decided to raise this baby as his because my baby's real father was in juvey for drugs. I did tell my ex about his child and he agreed that it would be best for my boyfriend to raise him. I had my second baby when I was only 14. (The beginning of 9th grade) It was a boy and we named him Thad.

My family was starting to get upset about all my children. I was still living with my boyfriend, and we started "sleeping" together more often. Then I found out I was pregnant again. This time I knew it was my boyfriend’s. He was happy for this other baby. This pregnancy was the most complicated. I had the worst morning sickness I threw up at least 3 times a day. Then the labor was 5 hours long. The longest of them all, but I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. We named him Kody.

My oldest (Emily) was thrilled to have so many siblings. I was just happy that I could continue my schooling. I was only in my sophomore year of high school! Well, about 2 months ago I had a night out with Joe. One thing led to another and I "slept" with him, and I found out 3 days ago that I was pregnant. I don't know who the father is. I’m pretty positive it’s my boyfriends, because me and Joe were both protected. I don't know who the father is, and that scares me.

I told my boyfriend about my night with Joe, but he is convinced this baby is his. I myself am not so sure. To all you mothers out there. I give you all my respect it’s a very hard job.


kayla