Some parents are more than supportive, upon hearing the news. But others other parents are more than disappointed.
Telling His Parents Was The Scariest Part
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“I found out I was pregnant at 18 at the beginning of my senior year. My boyfriend and I had been together for quite some time. I was so scared of disappointing my parents, so I kept putting off telling them.
My dad actually asked me (sort of jokingly) at one point if I was pregnant because of the horrible morning sickness I was trying to hide.
Finally, one day I made my way to planned parenthood to get confirmation, and sure enough, I was pregnant. I went home, sat in my bed for a while, trying to get the courage, and finally yelled to my mom to come up to my room. She came in, and I immediately started crying and told her. She said she wasn’t mad but really wished that I had come to her sooner so I could get the prenatal care that I needed. She went downstairs and told my dad, and I went down a few minutes later. I told him I was sorry, and he said, what is done is done, and there’s no reason to be angry now.
My mom told me that she wouldn’t do it, but my boyfriend had to tell his parents within a few days, and that I needed to make a doctors appointment. We were horrified to have to tell his parents since they aren’t as easy going as mine. I ended up getting an appointment for two days later.
My boyfriend, mother, and I went to the appointment and all went well. My mom told him again that he really needed to tell his parents, and we mentioned how scary it was going to be because his mom was going to freak out. We get to my parent’s driveway and are about to pull in when we see an SUV in the driveway that looked just like his mom’s car. ‘Hey, look (boyfriend), your mom is here haha!’ jokingly, thinking it must have been one of my dad’s friends. We pull in and sure enough, there’s his mother, sobbing in the driveway. We had a sit-down discussion about everything. She calmed down a bit and made my boyfriend call his father and tell him too.
I ended up finishing my senior year with high honors and delivered our daughter two days before graduation. I got out of the hospital on graduation day, and you bet that I was there! My then boyfriend, now husband, and I have been together for going on eight years, and have three daughters now.
My mother-in-law knew. I told a few close friends, and I’m sure they told a few close friends, and so on and so on. Apparently, someone that knows my step-father-in-law told him that he heard I was pregnant. He told his wife (the boyfriend’s mom) and she drove straight to my house to ask if it was true. We just happened to be at the appointment and my dad was home and couldn’t lie to her and told her it was true.”
Concerned About The Money
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“I skipped school the day I found out I was pregnant and went for a blood test to verify the result of the home test. After that, I went home and my mother asked me why I wasn’t in school. I told her that I needed to talk to her about something. She said: ‘I know you’re pregnant. I found the test. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get away with skipping school.’
I was 17 years old, pregnant with my own child, and grounded for a month.
Then she made me call my father and tell him. His response was: ‘I’m pretty sure that means I’m no longer responsible for paying your mother for the child support, once you have a kid of your own.’ My mother was so angry at him, and she felt bad for me because my father was more concerned about his money than me. After that, she was very supportive. She helped me get to doctor’s appointments. When my son was born, she helped me raise him until I finished high school. She offered to let me stay so she could help me with him, and let me go to college, but by that time I felt like I was a ‘real’ adult now, and could do it on my own.”
They Were Just Happy She Didn’t Have A Disease!
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“I was 19 when I got pregnant, but turned 20 a month later, and now my sixth month of pregnancy is starting. I’m due in December. My parent’s reaction requires the story, so here it goes.
Anyways, I had very irregular periods, and after finishing my birth control with no period, my gynecologist told me to wait for it to come naturally then I could get my pap smear to get a new birth control subscription. Well, my period does not start. After a million pregnancy tests, including two blood test, that were all negative, she orders a sonogram. I go back to her office after my sonogram, and she shows me a picture from it and says: ‘Okay, you aren’t pregnant, but you do have a cyst, and a very very thick uterine lining’ and her voice trailed off. I asked her to continue, and she said that it could possibly be cancer.
My boyfriend and I already had my suspicions, and my parents did too, so we were all pretty scared that they could possibly be confirmed.
She told me to strip down, so she can take a biopsy of my lining, but to first take a pregnancy test to have it in my file that I’m not pregnant. So I’m sitting there in a something like a paper towel, staring at some pretty scary looking instruments and she comes back and hands me a positive pregnancy test. I started bawling. I couldn’t believe it. I was speechless.
First thing I did was call my mom and tell her, who cried from the joy that instead of her daughter having cancer, she was getting a grandchild. She’s been excited ever since. My dad was relieved, then kicked my boyfriend’s butt, but is overall excited.”
“They Were Happy To Get Rid Of Me”
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“It’s painful to remember some of this stuff, and it was nearly 20 years ago.
I found out I was knocked up on my 16th birthday, midway through my sophomore year in high school. I went from being on the honor roll, no trouble making nice teenager to little rebel with a bad attitude after I had a kid. I wasn’t doing anything illegal, but the stress leaves big gaps in my memory from that time. Some things are really clear, others, not so much. I was trying to finish high school (which I did, with honors) all while dealing with a verbally and physically abusive husband that drank away our welfare.
The father was in his 20s. I still blame my parent’s for not running him off or just plain killing him or throwing him in jail. I know, I shouldn’t hold them responsible, after all I was the one sleeping with him. Yeah, I’ve heard that line about it being my responsibility, I could have said no, and guess what? I don’t care. I still blame my parents deep down inside.
My family was really poor. I think they were happy to get rid of me. So after I told my parents, they suggested we get married, which we did. My new husband was abusive, and a lazy addict. He signed us up for food stamps and AFDC immediately after marriage. Back then, we had food stamps that came in books, and you had to tear them out at the check stand. No easy EBT card here!
I couldn’t drive, so he would tote me around, and he especially liked to take me to buy food. Imagine being 17, looking like you are 12, and having a screaming child in your cart paying with paper food stamps while your husband who loaded the cart with junk food manages to disappear at check out time.
Not only that, but I gained a ton of weight during my pregnancy, and the baby daddy didn’t like me much after he had to watch me give birth. He would try to pawn me off on his friends. ‘Let’s trade,’ he would say. I hated that time, I still hate that man.
We wound up getting divorced before I turned 20. I just couldn’t take the laziness anymore. I couldn’t take the drinking and the food stamps. I couldn’t take the verbal abuse.
Our son is now 19, and somehow, he is somewhat normal, even a productive member of society. I try to impress upon his young mind what an ordeal it was to be a pregnant teen, all without making him feel like I still love him.
If I had it my way, I would be the birth control fairy. I would go to every school within reasonable driving distance, hand out pills and administer to any girl that needed any form of protection. Just so someone wouldn’t have to go through the same awful teen parent experience I had. It isn’t a joke.
I still love my child. I don’t want to make him think I don’t love him, even if it was hard raising him.”
Mom Held A Grudge For A While
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“I got pregnant when I was 18. I was in college, had a good-paying job, and paid rent at home. But the day went somewhat like this.
I lost the keys to my car and was running late to work. So my mom let me use her car. While I was at work, she was looking in my car to see if I accidentally locked my keys inside and she saw the box of pregnancy tests. She comes to pick up her car and doesn’t even tell me, so I end up having to get a ride home. On my way home, she calls me and the conversation went like this:
Me: ‘You picked up your car right? Because I finished work and it wasn’t there.’
Mom: ‘Yeah I got it. Why do you have pregnancy tests in your car?’
Me: ‘I wanted to see if I was pregnant.’
Mom: ‘Are you?’
Me: ‘Yep.’
Mom: ‘Oh!’
I got home and she proceeded to tell me that if I don’t end the pregnancy, she will kick me out and not give me any money for school. I was fortunate to have a trust fund and stocks that my grandpa set up for me for college, but my mom’s name was on it, so she would threaten to take it away.
When I told her that it wasn’t an option for me, she continued to say that she would never ever help me out, watch the baby, or buy it anything. That didn’t matter to me because I am independent and take care of what is mine.
It didn’t get easier after that.
She left her Facebook up once, and she was saying how she was ‘disgusted’ that I was pregnant, and that if I learned how to ‘swallow’ I wouldn’t be in this situation. She even went as far as getting a therapist because she was so angry and picked up a hobby of knitting for a coping mechanism. Guess what she would knit? Baby blankets and little booties.
I ended up moving out of town about an hour and a half away. Things got better. She made a spare room into a nursery, got tons of stuff for her, and ended up being in the room when I delivered. She is a very proud grandma, and although I am very glad that she came around, I will never forget how she treated me. I look at my baby girl and think about how my mom wanted her gone, and it breaks my heart.”
Silence And Disbelief
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“It’s been a few years, but I had my daughter when I was 17. I told my sister first because I was too nervous to tell my parents. When she found out, I wasn’t sure about telling our parents, but she told me that I either told them that night or she would.
I told my parents over dinner that night; My dad was silent, but my mom freaked out saying that I wasn’t pregnant and she wouldn’t believe it until a doctor said so. I was a typical good kid before this; I was in advanced classes, never got in trouble, and wasn’t a party-er, so my parents were pretty shocked. My dad ended up coming to me later in the evening and saying that no matter what, they love and support me. My mom settled down and told me the same the next day.
My mom scheduled an appointment with her doctor two days after telling them, and to add to the surprise I was so far along (four months) that I was able to find out the gender of the baby.
One of the more stressful moments of my life, but it has all turned out well, I’m lucky to have a supportive family.”
Pregnant For A Third Time?
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“My best friend in college just found out she was pregnant in June. She ended two separate pregnancies, prior – one forced by her boyfriend and another one was a miscarriage (by the medicine she was taking but not by a doctor). Horrible situation.
Anyway. She had been hooking up with this kid for four months or so and you would think she’d learn, but she didn’t. She got pregnant again; found out in June. I think she may just have really wanted a baby after she had ended the two others. I’m not judging that either. She found out by accident. She was on the depo-vera shot. For those who don’t know what it is, it’s a birth control shot administered by your doctor. This is not 100%, obviously.
Her sister threatened to tell her mom, so she told her that night hysterically crying.
She told her dad a week or so later. He was very supportive and as is her mom.”
Dad Wasn’t Too Thrilled
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“I am 18, and I found out I was pregnant just a few weeks ago. I moved out of the house a year ago, so I felt pretty independent. I called my mom and asked her to meet up with me for lunch because she works pretty close to my apartment. My boyfriend (the baby’s father) came with me, and we just sat down and told her. She was shocked, but quickly grew excited, and reassured me that everything would be okay.
That night, I had to call my dad (who lives about four hours away) and tell him, but apparently, my mom had called before I could. He was livid and all he could do was ask me how I expected to support a baby, was I going to drop out of school and waste all that money he spent on tuition, etc. Then he didn’t talk to me for almost two weeks.
I got two very different reactions. Ultimately, my mother allowed me to move back home with them, so I can be with my family and save up money for the baby. My whole family has been very supportive and happy for me, but keep in mind that to your dad, you are still his little baby girl, so it’s very difficult for a dad to come to terms with becoming a grandfather.”
Her Father’s Heartfelt Words
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“I had slept with the father of the child a couple of times, though we weren’t serious. I found out I was pregnant and told him, and he was super supportive. I left his house and was driving on Highway 305 turning on Highway 4 when I called my dad. I remember exactly where I was and everything about that moment. I said: ‘Daddy, are you sitting down?’ He said yes, and I said I need to tell you something. I told him and his response makes me cry to this day. He said: ‘You will be okay, your baby will be okay, and I’m not mad. I love you.’
My sister told my mom when I got home and my stepdad said: ‘Well hey there, little momma.’ My mom didn’t speak to me. My boyfriend’s mom laughed, and his dad didn’t speak to us until I was about seven-months pregnant.
Fast forward 3 years, my boyfriend is now my husband, our son is 2 and a half, and my father-in-law spoils him more than anyone. My husband and I just bought our first house yesterday. Also, I’d like to add my husband and had only known each other for a month and we may not have been in love then but we are now!”
Her Boyfriend Was In Danger!
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“I got pregnant when I was 17 years old, still in high school and was actually an honor student.
I just was clueless about intimacy and relationships. I got pregnant the first time I had hooked up with someone by choice.
My mom figured it out when I wouldn’t drink coffee and the tampons she was buying for me kept piling up. My parents were surprisingly calm and collective when they asked me. My dad hugged me and said they were going to help me, but he was livid with my boyfriend and was ready to punch him. Dad’s tone went from, ‘I love you, we’ll figure this out, sweetie’ to ‘You better run,’ when talking to my boyfriend. They told me they felt it would be best to give the baby up for adoption, but I just couldn’t do it.
We got married two months before I graduated high school. I had my son a month after I graduated. I got my diploma eight-months pregnant. I was embarrassed.
Seven years later, my then-boyfriend and I have been married for seven years, going strong, and have two more, but we definitely don’t want anymore. I don’t want my own children to take the huge risks my husband and I did. My parents are really happy I kept my oldest son, and I’m happy I made them proud out of such the dumb risk I took.
My husband and I will be open with our kids about hooking up, and I will let my daughter be on the pill.”
She Was Suspicious About Her Eating The Broccoli
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“I turned 15 when I found out I was pregnant and was still 15 when I gave birth. I was madly in love with my baby’s father, and we did stay together throughout the pregnancy, and for the first year of our daughter’s life, but I ended up a single mother at the age of 16.
Leading up to getting pregnant, I had been suspended multiple times from school, was living in a children’s home, had been banned from where I lived and sent to Northern Ireland (I am Scottish) for a spell, been arrested numerous times, and was basically screwing up my life. Finding out I was pregnant was the catalyst to sorting myself out. I stopped taking part in illegal activities and I began to think about consequences of my actions.
I was terrified of telling my mother. I waited until I had my first scan then went over to her house. I waited until late at night, knocked on her bedroom door, and roused her from her sleep. I showed her the scan picture and told her I was pregnant then left her in her bed, looking confused.
In the morning, she started with ‘Did you come into my room last night?’ and without taking my eyes off my cornflakes, I said ‘Yup.’ She then said, ‘Well now it makes sense why you actually ate that broccoli the other night.’ And that was that.”
Opposite Reactions Than She Anticipated!
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“I was out with my mom getting frozen yogurt. She was complaining about a family member that no one is very fond of, which I hear about every time I see her. So I took control of the situation. ‘Mom, you know when your leg hurts, so somebody hits your arm to make you forget the first pain?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, I can tell you something that will make you forget about the jerk family member’ ‘What?’ ‘I’m pregnant.’
Finally, she asked questions like how I knew, who’s the father, how far along I am and all that jazz. Then she asked, ‘Does your dad know?’ And I told her no, so off we went to my dad’s house. They don’t get along so he knew something was up when I came home with her. My mom told him straight up for me and he more or less yelled, ‘What were you thinking?!’
My mom is strict, the complete opposite of my dad, so I was surprised when she didn’t smash my head into the table and when my dad raised his voice at me. I already decided to keep the baby, and they knew my mind was set, so they were both supportive once they had a night to process everything.
My mom was really excited to be a grandma, so yeah, everything worked out. I now have an amazing son!”
When The Friend Has To Break The News
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“Not only did I tell my best friend’s parents she was pregnant. I had to tell her she was pregnant, too. Now that I think about it, I told one of the possible fathers.
B was from a very religious family, which meant church every Sunday and some other day of the week, too. Her mother was conservative and also pretty naive, but trusted B if we were together. Little did we know, all the time B was ‘spending with me’ she was actually out hooking up with a lot of guys.
B was smaller than me. She could wear my clothes, but they were baggy or loose on her. Like a lot of teen girls, we swapped clothes. One day, she borrowed a bra. She was normally a 32 B and I was a 34 D. I thought about it all day and realized she’d stopped returning my pants. One day, I saw her changing and saw a stomach pooch. I asked her, flat out, if she was pregnant. She said she didn’t know. I bought a pregnancy test, made her take it at my house, and told her the results. After an additional conversation, she told me she hadn’t had a period in five months. I told her she had to get medical attention and tell her parents. I gave her until the end of the week.
At the end of the week, we went to her mother’s workplace for lunch. We sat there in awkward silence and I could tell B couldn’t say the words. So I say ‘Mrs. Mom B, B is pregnant.’ Laughter. Great. For all the times I’d joked and kidded about stuff, this is the time Mrs. Mom B thinks I’m kidding. I tried for several more minutes, and when B denied it, I just left. I had to have my mom call her mom and let her know it was not a joke. She didn’t want to believe my mom, either.
When it finally hit home, B lied to everyone else and told them who the father was. She told me she didn’t know, it could be one of several guys. I always felt a little sad for baby B, as he grew up thinking his dad didn’t want anything to do with him when the reality was, the one guy she tried to pin it said he’d only stick around if there was a paternity test showing he was the dad. That was sort of my fault too because when B and I went to tell him, she neglected to mention he wasn’t absolutely the dad. After she got upset and left the apartment, I told him the truth.
B and I thought maybe genetics would show us who the dad was, but nope, the kid looked just like her. Is been 21 years, and the only two people who know about her promiscuity are B and me.”