I'm 20 years old, hardly a baby, (though i'm still very young) and now 17 weeks pregnant. I've made a trip to the abortion clinic, i've gone somewhat nuts and had thoughts about trying to end my pregnancy myself ( be it with herbs or cruder methods) and i'm going quite insane, I think.
I have the most wonderful fiance in the world. I love him dearly, and we're to be married next summer. He's super excited about the little boy on the way, and my mother, now that the shock has wore off, is just as pleased, his family is also consumed with baby joy. Everyone but me.
I've made countless appointments at the clinic, and each time, something has happened that has deterred me. The first time, his parents begged me to keep it, and said I would be a murderer. The second time, my fiances pleading got to me, "please don't kill our baby". The third, I was actually at the clinic and backed out after the ultrasound for reasons I can't even tell you. I'm not sure why I turned away. I just ended up going home and wasting 200 dollars on the ultrasound fee's.
I had then made up my mind and decided to give it another shot, and I woke up the morning of the appt. And was gushing the blood. I hate to say that I was hoping it was a miscarriage. But turns out, I have a low lying placenta and had to be placed in the hospital.
As you can tell, i'm haven't had luck at all with terminating, and now, I agree with everyone, I am too far along for it not to be cruel. Although I feel no love or softening tward my baby, I won't let it be ripped apart knowing it will feel pain at such a late stage. Plus, my religious beliefs leave me believing I will split hell wide open in a pretty handbasket if I do this.
I saw a therapist yesterday, and felt they judged me when they asked what I felt twards the baby. " I want it out of me". I now have to go to therapy twice a week because of my big mouth, but I figured honestly was the best policy if i'm to truly get help. I was diagnosed with manic depression.
I'm going insane. God knows where this depression is coming from, I couldn't tell you. The shrink seems to think the hormones are causing my brain to release chemicals that are triggering my constant episode. I have these horrible thoughts, i'm driving my poor fiance and my mother insane. I go to bed crying each night, and fight with the urge to just throw myself from the nearest bridge. I feel like it's taking over my body and mind and is draining the life from me.
I know you'll all think i'm awful, but I hope not. I'm older than most here, and i'm envious of all of you mothers who are younger than me and are handling this like the most mature adults, and with happiness. I wish I could trade places with you, for just one day, and maybe I could feel sane again. I have never felt so out of control. For my fiances sake, I wish I could share his happiness.
The little kicks have started, and I still feel this strange detatchment, and even horror.
May god help me if this doesn't go away, or i'm afraid i'll be the worst mother ever.
I had thought before that being pregnant would be a joy to me. Instead, something about it has driven me nuts. Hopefully the therapy helps. I'm really trying this, and i'm keeping away from the temptation to call the clinic.
Hats off to those of you that are 14 and 15 and are being supermoms about your situations.
Have any of you ever delt with this? A complete unwanted pregnancy on your part that left you thinking crazy thoughts?
Don't bash, please.