I remember my 17th birthday as if it were yesterday.

I had been dating a guy who was 3 years older than I was. We dated for 2 years and then we broke up about 2 months before my 17th birthday. Anyway, he called me about a month later, asking to meet up again. Of course when we broke up, I was devastated. I was on the pill but didn't really care if I was taking it regularly since I had no intentions of dating anyone anytime soon, since I had just gotten out of a 2 year relationship. How naive!

I agreed to meet with him and of course I was stupid and we of course "got it on". I had instantly thought, what if I got pregnant? But that was a crazy thought, I was still on the pill, but had missed two during that month.

I wasn't even late that month but I just knew something was different. I knew. I just knew. I told the ex about the possibility of it and he had said, we'll deal with whatever happens.

Then I took a test. I will never forget that feeling, on my 17th birthday I found out I was pregnant.

Telling my parents was one of the most "surreal" things I have ever experienced. I felt as though I were watching myself telling them. They were supportive and disappointed. They took it much better than I thought they would, considering the circumstances.

Oddly, I feel like I did when I was 17.

Still late, hoping she'll show up by tomorrow. If not I'll test.