08 5 / 2012
I feel as if I should have done this ages ago.
I suppose I should start with a little about myself. You can call me Luna. I’m 18, and I’m pregnant, due on October 16th, 2012. I write all the time. If I was to describe myself in one word, that word would be “poet”. My significant other is older than I am (about 12 years older). My age, his age and our pregnancy has caused quite the uproar within my social life. Friends have called me irresponsible, immature. They’ve branded him a manipulative cradle-robber. I’m glad I’m strong enough to not let their words and speculation tear him and I apart.
My other half & I call our little one “The Beast” (at least until we know the gender, I suppose). Things have been pretty hectic the past few weeks.
Today I am exactly 17 weeks pregnant. Past the first trimester (which, I’ll just say, I don’t miss at all). Deep down I kind of think that I was putting off a pregnancy blog because I was scared. My last pregnancy was a miscarriage, and I’ve been quite paranoid about the same thing happening with this one. I feel my little one flutter in me now, and the feeling is reassuring. I am significantly less scared. I think I’m ready to write about this now.
I’ve chosen a midwife instead of an obstetrician. I feel more comfortable knowing that the person I’ve dealt with throughout my pregnancy is undoubtedly going to be the one delivering our little one. (Not to mention that the idea of a natural birth is far more comforting.)
Sometimes it feels like things are moving so quickly, and I have to stop and think “Wow, I’m past 4 months already?” Other times it feels like it’s moving so slow. Mostly when I start thinking about next ultrasounds and gender screenings and dopplers. When I think about those, time couldn’t ever move fast enough.
I understand I’m still young. Most people that I went to school with are off in University or College or are working, saving up for either of those things. Yet here I am, in a committed relationship with someone I dearly love, having a child instead. Sometimes I think I’ve made the wrong decision.
Then I feel my little one flutter inside of me, and I realize that I couldn’t have made a better one.
I promise to post as often as possible.