Well, technically I was told this on Wednesday, but I heard from the the mommy to be, today. This girl in my PE class told everyone she is pregnant. She's 16 years old. Wow, to be pregnant so young. To take on such a responsibility as another human's life when you can barely drive a car on a main road.
She's only a month along and, luckily, is planning to keep her child. Her boyfriend is 19, and is now buying a home for them to live in (An actual home, not an apartment) that is close to both of their families. She will be legally emancipated within the coming weeks. Man, I don't have a clean pair of pants and I automatically think my life is over (Okay, maybe I'm not that dramatic) but to think everyday that whatever I eat, drink, or breathe in will some how affect a child. Helpless and lame. Pure and defenseless. That I would be in charge of it. All I can think to do is pray and pray some more for her. Pray that her child will be healthy, seeing as my friend has a bit of a smoking and drinking problem. She is completely willing to quit both, but you just never know. She has no money, so being able to afford a baby seems almost impossible.
She's very excited, though! She's known for 5 days and is completely frazzled with excitement.
11 or 12 years ago, my cousin became pregnant while living under our roof. She was 17 years old. It was kept a secret from my father for a short while, for fear that he would not be understanding and compassionate. But, my mom took the courage to tell him a baby was on the way. Surprisingly, my dad just said "A baby is a gift and is something that we should celebrate. They can be married." Before my cousin even started to show, she was married and lived in an apartment. All by 17, though. I will be 17 in 9 1/2 months. To have a baby would be terrifying.
I definitely want to have children, but not until I'm married and in a position to support myself and a baby. ( And multiple babies. )
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