Living with Teen Pregnancy

Well; To start off, my name is Tiffany. I am 16 years old and pregnant with my first child. I will be 17 when he/she is born. The father and I have been together for a little over a year now. Both of my parents are divorced and I live with my Dad. As soon as I thought I was pregnant(I threw up from drinking yoo-hoos!)I called my mama and told her. She wasn’t surprised because she had thought for a while that I was pregnant. So, I went to her house around a week later and took a test. It came up invalid because I peed on the screen.(Leave it to me lol)We went to Wal Mart the next day and got two more(they came together)and We made sure we got Clearblue Digital, to make sure. I decided to pee in a cup and dip the end of the test into prevent any further accidents. My mom was actually the one who dipped it in, and when the test said “Pregnant” she looked at me without a single word, I started crying.

It was at that point that she took me in her arms and told me that everything was going to be okay. But I still had my doubts. She called my Dad, and they argued about it for what seemed like forever before he finally decided to accept it and move on. I then called the father, Randy, and he immediately started crying. I couldn’t tell whether he was excited or sad, so I figured that it was a little bit of both.

When I went back home, he took me to the Health Department for a “Proof of Pregnancy.” And, of course, it came back positive. They estimated by missed period to be around November 15 and said that I was due August 22. I called my mama and talked to her about it and by the end of the conversation, I had decided that I had to move to my mama’s.

The night that I left, Randy came over to help me pack. He was reluctant, but he knew that it was the best thing for me, since my Dad is a very unstable person to raise a baby around, or to be pregnant around. My mama drove 2 hours to my house and her and Randy loaded her truck up with all my stuff. And with a very painful goodbye, we kissed, hugged, and I was gone to my new home.

I’ve been living with my mama since January. Although I am alot happier here, I don’t have any friends or family, so it gets lonely. I dropped out of school the week before I moved and went to sign back up a few days ago. I signed up to be in a program to get my High School Diploma, and if its filled, then I will get my GED (General Education Diploma) I also have scoped out a house and nearby college that I will be pursuing soon after. I will be going to get my Bachelor’s Degree in Early Childhood Development. And afterwards, I plan to pursue a career as a Daycare owner or manager.

Before I got pregnant, I wasn’t sure of who I wanted to be, or what I wanted to do in my life, and now that I am, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I thank God that my family has been so supportive of my decision to keep and raise this baby. I know that many teenagers my age(and younger)who become pregnant, think of abortions as the only way out. But I strongly encourage that you go on with your pregnancy and give that baby a life, and send to a family who wants it and who will take good care of it.

That is my story, and I’m sticking to it.