When I was 19 years old I fell in love with a man seven years my senior. It was a whirlwind romance that climaxed in a proposal after just a month of dating and, after four months, a pregnancy. When I saw the positive result on my pregnancy test, I returned to my college dorm not knowing whether I should feel excited or terrified.
If I love him, why then should I be scared? I did all of the things I thought that a good mother would do, immediately making an appointment with an ob/gyn to get the proper blood tests and prenatal vitamins, all the while knowing that my family would be devastated by the news. My boyfriend was elated. After all, he was 26 and “ready.” As such, he did not take kindly to my trepidation.