Welll.

Had an ultrasound yesterday and found out I’m 7 weeks and 3 days. Got to see the Babies heartbeat. It was wonderful. I texted the dad today to let him know that I was pregnant and what was going on. He told me I was trying to “trap” him. Not something I’d do but okay. Then starts blaming me. Then said I need to get “rid of it” because he’s not ready.

I honestly don’t know what to do. I was so happy about it. Not the situation but just that I’m growing a life that I honestly thought I’d never be able to do. I didn’t really expect him to want it. We aren’t together and never were. I wish it wasn’t his, but it is.

Here’s the little peanut ❤️