Hello, I am from the middle of Nowhere. I am 15 years old and am 23 weeks pregnant. Everyday someone asks me if I am scared, everyday it is the same answer, no I am Not scared should I be? Well thats a lie I am scared of one thing and that is losing the little boy inside me, along with losing his father. They both mean the WORLD to me but if I had to choose between my son and my boyfriend, my son will always come first. Does this mean I am going to be a good mom? I am attached to my little man already! When I lay down I can feel his little heart beat and feel his lil soccer playing feet kick me all the time.

buh, bump, buh, bump.buh bump
I love the feeling of that rythem against my belly I feel like he is talking to me already.
Saying "Hi Mommy, Im still alive in here, dont you worry!"