First off,let’s start off with this in mind: I was never what anyone could describe as a ‘bad child’.I have always been one of the most well rounded,smartest,mature people from a young age;or so I’ve been told. I’m a good kid still,I make straight A’s,and occasional B’s. I get great conduct scores,etc….
Just because I’m pregnant at 14 doesn’t make me terrible,right?
I’m going to keep my identity anonymous until my baby gets into this world. For now,let’s call me…Sally. Sally the pregnant 14 year old. I’m 5 weeks pregnant,and I’m very much in love with the baby’s father. He’s 17,and we’ll call him DJ. DJ,is by far the most gorgeous,wonderful guy I’ve ever met. I can’t get enough of him… probably one of the reasons I’m pregnant. He’s literally got the body of a damned god,and the face of a model. And no,I’m not delusional. Or blinded by love.
Anyways,5 weeks into pregnancy,and my boobs are so sore and heavy,I feel like they’re going fall off. I’m constantly having to pee. I’m constantly sick all the damned time. After I eat sometimes,I feel like I’m going to vomit.But,my first and foremost belief is this: “Everything happens for a reason.”
The answer is yes,I’m going to keep the baby, no I’m not giving it up for adoption. We are going to raise it…we,as in my boyfriend and I,through the help of my stepmother.
And no,my parents have no clue yet.
I just figure this blog could be healthy for me. I can’t imagine keeping some track of this couldn’t be harmful,right? Anyways… if you have any advice for me at any point,I’ll try to be blogging everyday. Any advice is appreciated anytime.
Let’s see how good this gets.
