baby. You can give advice or tips and share how you coped with teen motherhood. You know you had to give up a lot for your future, for this baby. Maybe others need to know that they’re not the only ones. Reach out to those who are scared or alone.”
“I’m not encouraging teen pregnancy.” Why is she all of a sudden pushing this matter?
“I’m not saying you are Gracie. But as you know, it does happen.” I sit up and look at her, shoving my magazine aside.
“Want some advice? Don’t have sex. No matter how much you want it, don’t have sex. At least until you’re out of high school. Condoms don’t work half the time, and not to mention being in the moment and it’s going so wonderful you forget to even use one. So right there, you’re screwed. Just. Don’t. Have. Sex.” That’s pretty good advice. I should have thought of that one months ago. Oh well, too late.
“So let’s see…in this month you should feel fatigue and sleepiness, a need to pee a lot, nausea. Um, and constipation. Oh how pleasant. Better you than me sister.” I look up and she’s smiling at me as if it’s a funny joke.
“Thanks for the compassion, or empathy.” I say closing the magazine and lying down on the bed.
“Your baby is the size of a grapefruit, or a little bigger. It’s so amazing.” I lie beside her scanning the information.
“Oooo, let’s see where it talks about emotionally-ah everything I’m experiencing.”
“Instability-including weepiness…check. Misgivings, fear, joy, elation. . .check. A new sense of calmness. Nothing yet. Wait, I did feel a sense of calmness after I took my bubble bath the other night. I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt calm. So…check. Well, looks like I’m pregnant alright.”
“You see what you’re going through is normal. Maybe it will pass next month.” She replies. I read a little more before I push myself off the bed.
“My mom thinks I should join a support group for pregnant teens.” I say, looking out her window into the night.
“You should. It might help ease your worries.” I look up at the sky , trying to find some stars and pinpoint them but my focus is elsewhere.
“Why? I think I might be okay after a little more time.” Then I add. “You’re right about one thing. I am giving up a lot for this baby. Not that I regret it, but it just seems unfair that women have to give up stuff and the guys don’t have to do shit. They just move on with their lives like and not look back. They don’t have to wonder if they’re making the right choice.” This is obviously one of the symptoms just mentioned.
“I think you should join a support group. Get all of your feelings, fears and doubts out in the open. It might help.” I sit down on her bed, suddenly feeling tired.
“I don’t need a support group. I have you.” I smile and Meg comes and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I lay my head on her shoulder.
“Hey, Megan we have errands to run sweetie. Oh hi Gracie, I forgot you were here. It’s great to see you.” Meg’s mom walks over to us as we stand up. She pulls me into a hug and I hug her back, wondering if she knows.
“Look I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to. No one should have to go through this alone.” She pulls back to look at me. Okay, she knows.
“Oh I’m fine. I have my parents and my book and my doctor. I’m okay. But thank you.” She hugs me again and I glance at Meg who is giving me an apologetic smile. I smile back reassuringly.
“Well, I’m out of here. You ladies be good.” I say as I make it to the front door. I hug Meg and she whispers, “I’m sorry for telling my mom. It just kind of slipped out.” I smile at her.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. I would have been surprised if she didn’t know.” I tell my mom a lot of Meg’s business, so how can I get upset that she told her mom about me? I get in my car, or actually my mom’s Monte Carlo. I flip through my CD’s I
“I’m not encouraging teen pregnancy.” Why is she all of a sudden pushing this matter?
“I’m not saying you are Gracie. But as you know, it does happen.” I sit up and look at her, shoving my magazine aside.
“Want some advice? Don’t have sex. No matter how much you want it, don’t have sex. At least until you’re out of high school. Condoms don’t work half the time, and not to mention being in the moment and it’s going so wonderful you forget to even use one. So right there, you’re screwed. Just. Don’t. Have. Sex.” That’s pretty good advice. I should have thought of that one months ago. Oh well, too late.
“So let’s see…in this month you should feel fatigue and sleepiness, a need to pee a lot, nausea. Um, and constipation. Oh how pleasant. Better you than me sister.” I look up and she’s smiling at me as if it’s a funny joke.
“Thanks for the compassion, or empathy.” I say closing the magazine and lying down on the bed.
“Your baby is the size of a grapefruit, or a little bigger. It’s so amazing.” I lie beside her scanning the information.
“Oooo, let’s see where it talks about emotionally-ah everything I’m experiencing.”
“Instability-including weepiness…check. Misgivings, fear, joy, elation. . .check. A new sense of calmness. Nothing yet. Wait, I did feel a sense of calmness after I took my bubble bath the other night. I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt calm. So…check. Well, looks like I’m pregnant alright.”
“You see what you’re going through is normal. Maybe it will pass next month.” She replies. I read a little more before I push myself off the bed.
“My mom thinks I should join a support group for pregnant teens.” I say, looking out her window into the night.
“You should. It might help ease your worries.” I look up at the sky , trying to find some stars and pinpoint them but my focus is elsewhere.
“Why? I think I might be okay after a little more time.” Then I add. “You’re right about one thing. I am giving up a lot for this baby. Not that I regret it, but it just seems unfair that women have to give up stuff and the guys don’t have to do shit. They just move on with their lives like and not look back. They don’t have to wonder if they’re making the right choice.” This is obviously one of the symptoms just mentioned.
“I think you should join a support group. Get all of your feelings, fears and doubts out in the open. It might help.” I sit down on her bed, suddenly feeling tired.
“I don’t need a support group. I have you.” I smile and Meg comes and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I lay my head on her shoulder.
“Hey, Megan we have errands to run sweetie. Oh hi Gracie, I forgot you were here. It’s great to see you.” Meg’s mom walks over to us as we stand up. She pulls me into a hug and I hug her back, wondering if she knows.
“Look I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to. No one should have to go through this alone.” She pulls back to look at me. Okay, she knows.
“Oh I’m fine. I have my parents and my book and my doctor. I’m okay. But thank you.” She hugs me again and I glance at Meg who is giving me an apologetic smile. I smile back reassuringly.
“Well, I’m out of here. You ladies be good.” I say as I make it to the front door. I hug Meg and she whispers, “I’m sorry for telling my mom. It just kind of slipped out.” I smile at her.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. I would have been surprised if she didn’t know.” I tell my mom a lot of Meg’s business, so how can I get upset that she told her mom about me? I get in my car, or actually my mom’s Monte Carlo. I flip through my CD’s I
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