I was living in Alaska when I became pregnant. I was 21. Partying peak age. Out every weekend. Then BAM. Preggers. My finace and I had just broken up a few weeks earlier and he had moved out. I was trying to make it on my own as a low-grade manager in a clothing store. For those of you who don’t know, Alaska is an expensive state to live in. Anyway, I had what I like to call an irresponsible moment. I had met another guy and was on the rebound. I’ve never done that before. Because of this, I am unsure of who the biological father of my daughter is. I’m not the only one this has happened to, and I know this. I also don’t feel like any less of a person because of it. I moved back to my home state when I was about four months pregnant. I couldn’t afford to pay my rent anymore, let alone raise a baby. During my seventh month, a boy whom I had gone to high school with and I started talking. He claimed he had liked me since junior year. He wanted to take me out to a movie and dinner, just as friends, because he knew all of my friends lived in cities further away because of college. I agreed. We had no idea we’d fall in love. He’s been there for me since that day. He would rub and talk to my belly constantly. He stayed with me the entire time I was in labor. To me, he IS my daughter’s “daddy”. He’s been there since the day she was born, and she loves him to death. My ex fiance and I are still friends. We plan on doing a DNA test this spring when he comes home to visit. As for the other guy, he could care less about me or my daughter. But life goes on, and she’s very loved. It’s been 5 months on the 29th of February since she was born. She is my life. My angel. Random facts about my pregnancy/post-pregnancy: * I gained 60lbs. Topping out at 220lbs the day I was induced (which was my due date!) * I was officially preeclampsic the day I was due. * I have stretch marks from the back of my knees to the back of my arms all from being pregnant. * I was being treated for depression/anxiety before and during my pregnancy. During my pregnancy, my moods weren’t too bad at all. I actually felt “normal”. (I was still taking the medication during my pregnancy). After having my daughter, the moods became worse and I’ve had to have the dosage of my medicine increased. I felt like I was the ONLY one who had been through it. Now I know I wasn’t… * I was more confident about my body when I was pregnant that I EVER have been in my life.