I never thought this would happen, not to me anyway. I had my whole life planned out on a timeline. Finish school in 2015, get an internship before graduation, maybe work for that company full time. I would get married, at least at 25. And a child shortly after that. Never at 19. Not get pregnant at 19 years old.
When I found out I was scared. My first option: don’t lose sight of your timeline; terminate. How could I give up the life I had ahead of me? But then I started thinking, life throws curve balls all the time, am I being a coward and running away? I did what every teenage girl in this situation does…I shopped online. ;)
I don’t know if you all know this…but babies are expensive. Termination confirmed. I can’t do this on my own, not even with the help of baby-daddy. I had no idea how much support I would have from my family, and telling my father? Good lord, no. I thought about how disappointed he would be…I found it awkward (thanks mom for handling that bt-dubs). “oh hey Dad! Guess what! I’m Pregnant!” Not one of our typical conversations.
I had downloaded apps on my phone for baby names, and picked out my favorites. I told them to BD (who is not a huge fan of the idea…yet), some he liked, some he hated. (are we starting to see what’s happening??) By the time we told my sister, everyone was use to the idea. I don’t think I have ever seen such loving support from her, but she drove all the way to RVA from Chattanooga to tell me it would be OK, and I have so much support from her, mom, Derek, and Dad. They would all bend over backwards for this child, and thats when I knew I
wanted needed this.
Once I had started picking out names, i realized my heart wanted something different. I thought that it only applied to pets, but it was a million and one times true for this baby.