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Eighteen and Pregnant

My name is Meghan, I am eighteen years old, and thirty-four weeks pregnant. It was a shock for me to find out that I was pregnant. Something I never expected to happen happened ... I was scared at first, but now, I couldn’t be more thrilled.

I had been feeling sick a lot; I wasn’t having my period, so I knew something wasn’t right. I went to the doctor, and she did some blood tests on me, and then she gave me an ultrasound. It was then that I found out that I was two months pregnant.

I immediately began to cry, because I wasn’t prepared to have a baby. I didn’t want to tell my parents, I knew that they would both be disappointed in me. My parents were divorced and had been for ten years ... so none of us were that close. It’s extremely hard to have parents who hate each other, so it’s even harder to tell them both that you, their eighteen-year-old daughter, are pregnant.

My mom wasn’t mad, but my dad was, which I expected. My mom decided for me that I needed to get away. I don’t know why she wanted me gone so bad... but I didn’t have a choice at the time.

My brother had moved to Hawaii about seven months before I found out I was pregnant, so that is where my mother sent me. Now, this is something that most people would have been thrilled about, but I was devastated. I didn’t want to go somewhere that I had to stay with people I had never met in my life. My brother and I weren’t very close … so I was dreading the trip. I wanted to stay home with my mom and my boyfriend, but of course, she hated my boyfriend, and that was another reason why I’m sure that I was sent to Hawaii.

When I got there, I was told that I was going to be put into a Catholic woman’s home, and that I would be confined there and not allowed to leave until the baby was a year old.

I thought I was going to die. There was no way that I was going to be stuck there for that long without seeing the people that I love.

Luckily for me, my boyfriend had been saving money, and he was able to get me a plane ticket home.

In the end, I was happy to be home, my mom changed her mind about my boyfriend, and we got married on May 16th.

I am now living with my husband in a townhouse that we got together, and we are doing very well. We are both so excited for our baby Jude to get here. (It’s a boy!)

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