I found out I was preg for the first time when I was 16. I knew before hand because my uterus was getting hard. I used to wear really tight jeans and noticed that I could no longer suck in the bottom of my stomach. I was at a school trip, and told a teacher that I thought I was. A wk after the trip I got the test (my aunt took me to planned parenthood) and the test came out positive (after a few negative at home tests) when they told me I was so happy, but scared of how I was going to tell my grandmother. But I didn't have to do that, my mom blabbed while I was sleeping over my cuz's. My grandmother told me I would have to get out, but we would work that out. She did end up kicking me out when I was about 2 mo preg (found out when I was 5 wks) and I lived with my aunt for a wk. She knew it was a bad situation, so she told me to come home. Things were akward, but not as bad as I thought it would be for a while. Unbenonced to me, my grandmother had the idea that I was giving up the baby. The day of my babyshower, she asked me if I was planning on giving the gifts to the adoptive parents...It really hurt. On my 17th b-day I was kicked out because my grandmother was informed that me and mike were going to be married. 8 days later, my grandfather passed away

my grandmother asked me to move back in, but I told her it would be too complicated and 7 days after that, mike and I were married. Things were a bit rough for the next month and a half, but once mikey was born, she fell in love. She mentioned a few times that she still wished that I had an abortion and it hurt cuz she said it when he was right there, but things got better. Parents normally come around when they see the helpless lil baby!
Sorry so long,
~jennifer~