My name’s Rosalie Taylor. I’m 15 years old, a freshman in high school. I live near the Big Apple. I’ve been with my boyfriend for a little over two years. We met in 7th grade, the beginning of middle school. He was more reserved and quiet, while I was more social and loud. He asked me to be his on May 15th, 2009.<3 We started having sex, 10-11 months after we started going out. I was always on birth control, and he always used a condom. It just goes to show that even if you’re using protection, an unplanned pregnancy can still happen. Around December, I realized I haven’t gotten my period yet. My last period was around November 19th-ish. I didn’t really think much of being “pregnant” because I thought this COULDN’T have happened to me, right? Wrong. I waited a couple more weeks, and I got scared. I called Tristan and asked him to pick me up a couple pregnancy tests. (A couple turned out to be 6 sticks). I peed on them all, and all of them turned out positive. He & I were in total shock. The hard part was arriving. How would I tell my parents? How would Tristan tell HIS?! I sat my parents down, and explained that I might be pregnant. My dad was disappointed and my mom was in hysterics. She was happy at the same time, even though my dad wanted to talk to Tristan to see his point of view on all this. I met up with Tristan the next day, and we sat down and talked to his parents. His dad was furious but accepting, and his mom was overjoyed that she would be having grandkids (since Tristan was an only child BY BLOOD). My first ultrasound was a couple weeks after that, and I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant.
& so the journey begins.<3