Pregnancy.

Three weeks ago, I found out that I'm pregnant, and I'm eight weeks along now. Holy shxt man, I feel like I've grown up so much just in the past three weeks, because I've been thinking about my life and figuring out how to change things around to accommodate having a baby.

I'm only seventeen, but I think I'll be a good mommy. No matter what anyone says.

A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant, I broke up with my baby's daddy, but last week, we got back together. For the baby. I'm not sure I can do the whole parent thing by myself, and I don't want to raise my son or daughter without their dad, like my mom raised me. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. I can't change it. But I really want it to work out.

On another note, pregnancy symptoms/side effect are a bxtch.

I've been puking for like two weeks straight. I had a barbecue with my family yesterday, and the smell of barbecue sauce (which I LOVE) made me so sick. I puked for like a half hour.

It was cute though, I don't even have a baby bump yet, and all my family was touching my belly.