I was only fifteen when I found out I was pregnant. I would absolutely be shocked in any normal circumstances, but pregnancy was all the more shocking in my case. Why is it so shocking, you ask? Let's just say that anyone would be shocked after finding out that they're pregnant, when they're most definitely a virgin.

Having a child at such a young age sure takes a toll on your life, but it's even worse when you find yourself completely deserted. I remember once asking my parents what they would do if I was pregnant. Don't get me wrong, I never thought that I actually would be; I was just curious. They were a little confused as to why I was asking, but they said "We would never kick you out. We would do whatever we could to help you and your baby." They said this with absolute certainty. I guess opinions change when the situation goes from being hypothetical to reality though, because when they found out...boy, I was out of there quicker than you could blink.

My friends and I were never as close as I'd wished them to be, and we grew even farther apart when word got out about "what I had done", as everyone liked to put it. At first, they tried to help. They were all "Oh, we could do this..." and "Maybe you could live there..." But never once did they ever say "Honey, you come live with me until we can figure this out". Not one single person said anything like that to me. And that hurt worse than my parents kicking me out.

I know what you're thinking right now. Pregnant virgin? Good one. But believe me, this is not something that I would lie about. I was fifteen for shit's sake! I didn't open my legs for every dick that came my way! In fact, I was seen as the 'innocent, quiet' girl. That was my title. I was the only one in my little group of friends who hadn't so much as kissed a boy. And yet, somehow I found myself pregnant.

Every day since I discovered I was carrying another human being inside of me, I had one question floating around in my head, though there were different variations of it. Basically, it all boiled down to: Does God hate me? Is that why he did this to me? Hell, is there even a God out there? 'Cause it sure as shit doesn't seem that way to me. And then I think, 'Well, maybe God just has a real sick sense of humor. Maybe he finds this funny.' Wouldn't you think it was funny if a girl who has 'VIRGIN' stamped on her forehead got more Prego than pasta sauce? You may think its funny, but I haven't found anything funny in three years. That's how long ago it was since I found out. Three years exactly today. Three years ago, on April 17th, 2010, I found out that I was the only pregnant virgin since Mary. If she even existed, that is. If not, then I'm the only one ever. What an honor, right?

My little baby girl-I named her April, for the best and worst month of my life-was the only good thing in my life that I can remember. She's simply the best thing that has ever happened to me, even though most people would think she'd be the worst. April is all I truly had, and one of the few things that I can now hold dear to my heart. Three years ago I thought my life was over. But, soon after she was born, I realized my life was only beginning.

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