Well sh*t!! How did that happen?
Yep. I'm one of those girls that cried in confusion when the test kit turned blue. In fact, that technically didn't happen, I did FIVE negative pregnancy tests, went to my doctor, and a week later she calls me to tell me I am pregnant.
As a nineteen year old living in a caravan in her boyfriend's parents garden, this isn't exactly something I planned. But alas it has, and although I am chuffed to bits on my impending motherhood, this isn't a good time.
I want to use this blog as an honest account of being young and pregnant, both sharing my story recording my journey for myself in the future and even my little baby in the future. And of course, sharing my hopes and fears as a gothically inclined mummy to be.
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