I am 8 months pregnant and after several bad luck runs, today has been one of the hardest days of my life. You see, in two days I'm going to end up homeless because the apartment we had that we were going to move into is no longer available do to property issues with the apartment complex. My boyfriend my unborn child, and I have nowhere to go but the streets. After I got off work today my boyfriend looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "maybe we should think about adoption", "that way he will be in a loving and kind home." Instead of foster care, when the state takes him. At those words I broke and I can't seem to find a light to get out of this hole I've fallen into. I know he is right but at the same time, this is my child, my baby I've been carrying, and now after all the excitement waiting for him to arrive I have to let him go. If I have to let him go even if I don't want to, to do right by him I don't think I will ever recover. I don't know what I can do and I've been crying ever sense I keep praying some how things will be okay and I get to raise my son, but I'm losing faith.