If you read my other blog, you will notice that I briefly mentioned having a miscarriage about a year ago. I was only a couple of months pregnant and the stress of dealing with my then boyfriend's friends led me to miscarry. For a while I just tried not to think about it, I figured it was better that it happened early on rather than to give me time to get really attached to the baby fetus, but lately with the breakup I've thought more about the maybe's and what if's. I know it's not healthy but I can't help it. At the time I was 17 and he was 16 so we wouldn't have been 'ready' for a baby, but I would give anything if I could change how things turned out. I'm firmly against abortions for any reasons other than medical ones (please don't get offended if you feel otherwise) and I believe life starts at conception, so I look at it like a person was killed and it's somehow my fault because I let myself get so stressed out that my body rejected the fetus. I know I am not to blame, but I guess breaking up with the father has started a grieving process of some sort. If I had carried it to term it would be walking and talking by now. If I ever get pregnant again, I can promise you I won't make the same mistake I made before, and neither should you; never EVER let someone drive you to the point to where you are physically unhealthy. It's not worth it.
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