Well, hello. As my first post, I feel obligated to tell you all a little about myself, my story, and my current situation. Most of you probably know who I am, but those who don't, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Schylar. I am 18 years young and pregnant. Yep, you heard me... pregnant. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand there are tons of girls out there, much younger than I, having children, but man, was this a shocker!! You see, I had lots of really detailed future plans for myself. I wanted to get my head on straight and do what I had to do to make lots of money, get a good home, find a fantastic job, and live the American dream. (You know the one I'm talking about, married to a man with a three figure income, in a warm suburban home, with the 2.5 kids... you get the picture.) Well, looks like there were other plans for me. My ex-boyfriend, Jack, and I were talking and I mentioned I had a late period. I had informed him that the only reason that I could think of was because I was very sick with the flu and my body had put it off... When I had first missed my period I took a home pregnancy test and it came back negative. I didn't really worry about it, but when my period was still late, I still didn't really worry, I thought it'd roll around eventually... after all, I was just sick. Anyways, like I said, I had mentioned that I was still late to Jack and he thought it'd be a good idea to get a test. Just to be sure. Well, Jack and I went off to the store, picked out the clearblue digital pregnancy test and we took it home. Now, I wasn't thinking "Oh, I'm pregnant." I was thinking quite the opposite. I took the test, set it down and while I was waiting I put my things away and I came back into the bathroom, picked up the test... "Pregnant". Written clear as day, and my heart started pounding, I started to breathe funny, and I just yelled at Jack that he needed to read this. I was crying so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. My mom was in the living room at the time, met me in the hall and walked me to a chair while she went and got my father. They were both very supportive, but I still very upset. I asked Jack to please leave, because I really needed some alone time to think. I sat there, trying my best not to cry. A million questions and feelings were rushing through my entire skull. "What was I going to do? How am I going to tell people? What about school? What about money? How was I going to provide for my baby?" Mom was very, very supportive. Telling me that this was not the end of the world and that everything happens for a reason. She told me that her and dad love me more than anything and that they will be here for me completely. I took those words to heart, and although I was terrified, they calmed me down. I know that my parents would never abandon me, as scary as the entire situation was. I went to bed that night had dreams of just reading the test, over and over again. Jack and I spoke about what our situation would be. I told him that even though I'm pregnant, that I did not want to get back together at this point in time, but I did want him to be apart of the babies life and to be a supportive father, and he agreed to change the things he needs to be able to provide for his baby.
As of today, I went to the doctor and got an official "yes, your eggo is preggo." And again, I cried and cried and cried, but once I started talking about it, realizing all the supportive people I have around me makes me feel fantastic and that this entire thing isn't the end of the world. People love me regardless and support my decisions. I'm lucky and maybe this is all a blessing in disguise. :)
I start my prenatal vitamins tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to other pregnancy woes... I mean seriously, my boobs already hurt, I'm cramping cause my uterus is growing, and I can't control whether I cry or not... Now, I'm going to deal with morning sickness, a growing belly, and being tired all the time? Are we sure this thing isn't a parasite? ;)
Anyways, that's all for now.
Mama Bear out! :)
