Found out last week.
I cried. I yelled. I laughed. I cried some more.
I’m scared. He denied it. He accepted it. He wants to get rid of it.
I told my mom. She wants to get rid of it.
I want to keep it.
Am I crazy for thinking this little person is a part of me? It’s a mini me? That I am going to love this baby with my whole heart and I want nothing but to make it the happiest and most loved baby in the world?
I wasnt excited about being pregnant. I didnt want to get pregnant. I didn’t try to get pregnant. Honestly, I thought I’d be married with a career and a house before I had a child. But everyone is making this so negative. I don’t want to bring a child into this negativity, but I dont want to abort it wither. So the only thing I can do is get happy about it. And I’m going to. I’m not going to be one of those mothers who stops living because of their baby. I’m going back to college. I’ve enrolled yesterday for fall 2015. I’m going to work as hard as I can to provide for my child and work non stop so we can move back to America and it can have all the opportunities I never had.
The father is coming over to discuss more of this tomorrow. I’ll update whenever.