//hey mister if you're gunna walk on water//oh, won't you drop a line my way?//
Well, today I received the shock of my life. Ok, so it wasn't the shock of my life. But it was a shock. Or, at least, and extreme wake-up call.
Ana, you lives a few floors below Dan and I, has a young daughter at the International School next door to us. Now, she teaches at the school, and classes don't finish until 3. However, Sol finishes earlier because she's only 4. Usually, someone picks her up, but she couldn't today for whatever reason. Ana, knowing that I have no classes anymore and am bored out of my mind, called me and asked me to watch Sol for a little while, if I could. Of course, I agreed, and I headed down to pick her up. I got there early, but Sol's teacher asked me to go and collect some thing from the school coucillor. I assumed it was going to be a quick in-and-out job, but the councillor took one look at my tummy, one look at me, and gave my 'the look'. Now, I'm perfectly aware of what 'the look' means. People see a girl in her late teens pregnant and automatically jump to conclusions. Well, actually, if you don't look at the ring finger of my left hand, it's more a tiny step than a jump. However, this councillor went further. She closed her office door and asked me to take a seat, and although I immediately felt like I was back in high school again, I did. The councillor then proceeded to ask me all about my feelings and 'Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? I'm sure you're feeling afraid and isolated at the moment', 'Are your family and friends providing you with an effective support net?' and 'I sympathise, I really do. It must be hard, having a teen pregnancy in un unfamiliar country'. And you know what? I. Just. Realised. It.
That was the first time someone ever applied the term 'teen pregnancy' to me. At least, to my face.
I'm a pregnant teen. And I'll probably be a teen mother, if only for a little while.
It floored me. And showed me how utterly, totally stupid I really am.
I mean, GOD! I'm 19! I'm still a teenager. I'm pregnant. Therefore, it's a teen pregnancy.
Wow.
Well, I explained to her about my situation, and she seemed... relieved, almost. She was definitely less reproving after I told her I was married.
And then she called me Mrs. Rourke. Repeatedly. *squee*
Sorry. Still getting used to that. I'm still a newlywed, people! I'm allowed to be this squeely.
Well, apart from that, I'm still bored. So, in order to ease my boredom, you can all ask me 3 questions, any 3 you want, and I promise to answer them honestly.
Please! I'm dying here. And you get to ask me any pressing questions you just happened to have.
Ana, you lives a few floors below Dan and I, has a young daughter at the International School next door to us. Now, she teaches at the school, and classes don't finish until 3. However, Sol finishes earlier because she's only 4. Usually, someone picks her up, but she couldn't today for whatever reason. Ana, knowing that I have no classes anymore and am bored out of my mind, called me and asked me to watch Sol for a little while, if I could. Of course, I agreed, and I headed down to pick her up. I got there early, but Sol's teacher asked me to go and collect some thing from the school coucillor. I assumed it was going to be a quick in-and-out job, but the councillor took one look at my tummy, one look at me, and gave my 'the look'. Now, I'm perfectly aware of what 'the look' means. People see a girl in her late teens pregnant and automatically jump to conclusions. Well, actually, if you don't look at the ring finger of my left hand, it's more a tiny step than a jump. However, this councillor went further. She closed her office door and asked me to take a seat, and although I immediately felt like I was back in high school again, I did. The councillor then proceeded to ask me all about my feelings and 'Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? I'm sure you're feeling afraid and isolated at the moment', 'Are your family and friends providing you with an effective support net?' and 'I sympathise, I really do. It must be hard, having a teen pregnancy in un unfamiliar country'. And you know what? I. Just. Realised. It.
That was the first time someone ever applied the term 'teen pregnancy' to me. At least, to my face.
I'm a pregnant teen. And I'll probably be a teen mother, if only for a little while.
It floored me. And showed me how utterly, totally stupid I really am.
I mean, GOD! I'm 19! I'm still a teenager. I'm pregnant. Therefore, it's a teen pregnancy.
Wow.
Well, I explained to her about my situation, and she seemed... relieved, almost. She was definitely less reproving after I told her I was married.
And then she called me Mrs. Rourke. Repeatedly. *squee*
Sorry. Still getting used to that. I'm still a newlywed, people! I'm allowed to be this squeely.
Well, apart from that, I'm still bored. So, in order to ease my boredom, you can all ask me 3 questions, any 3 you want, and I promise to answer them honestly.
Please! I'm dying here. And you get to ask me any pressing questions you just happened to have.