I had sex, three weeks ago. Usually, when I have sex with my guy, we use two modes of contraception. A Trojan Spermicidal Condom, and Vaginal Contraceptive Foam.

But, the last time we had sex, we only used the Trojan Spermicidal Condom.

And, during sex, I started my period.

Now, three weeks later, to the date...I'm spotting. Lightly, so. I don't usually spot. My period is usually 5 weeks, very regularly so.

I'm cramping, in the mornings.

My boobs have...well, they've grown, not by much, but they're a tad bigger. They're not sore, though.

I've gained a bit of sudden weight.

I'm not really eating, much.

I'm sleeping, a lot more than usual. 15 hours a day, if possible. And then I nap.

My back's been hurting, slightly.

And, lastly, I've been getting headaches. Migraines. I don't get migraines.

And I get cold, at night. Same time, every night. I get...cold flashes.

Could I be pregnant? I hate that I'm asking this...but I'm scared.

I'm 20 years old. I'm not ready for a child.

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*Forever & Always...Yours*

doesn't say anything.

TAKE A TEST
or
SEE A DOCTOR.

you are 20 and you are asking a forum of mostly 13-17 year old subscribers about whether or not you are pregnant?

Get a test at the pharmacy, sheesh.

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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful.It's the transition
that's troublesome.   --Isaac Asimov

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No... not if you got your period in the middle of sex. It's not possible.. is it?

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i think you rite. for once.

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That's just the thing. The last time I had sex, it was on my period. It's now three weeks later, and I have these...symptoms.

I'm praying it's just stress.

Not only am *bold* I */bold* not ready for a child...but, certainly, the guy I'm with isn't, either.

We're currently not talking.

I'd hate for the reason to come back together would be this.

We made this choice. Together. To have sex with only the condom. It was our only time to do that. And it WILL be our only time to do that.

But...Goddess...

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*Forever & Always...Yours*

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 Just take the fucking test. We wouldn't fucking know, we aren't god.

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I know well that, honey dear. I'm not an arrogant teenager, with their head stuck up their fat asses.

I just wanted opinions. I'm taking the test. When I have the money, and the time. Which isn't now.

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did the condom break?

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No.

At least...I don't think so.
I've never experienced a condom breaking. I wouldn't know what it felt like. And I'm sure he would have noticed. We talked about that, when we first started having sex. When he took my virginity, two months ago. And he always checks it, in the end. Just to be sure.

I just...I can't remember if he checked it, this time, b/c we were so...flush. It was a good session. We couldn't really think of anything else.

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you don't have seven bucks? you should spend less time fucking and more time working if you can't throw out seven bucks for a test...

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I have the money. It's just going towards college, right now. I can't spare a dime. I don't pay for anything, except for college. Tuition, room and board, food, books...etc. My mom and dad would NOT pay for this. Nor would they pay for a child. Nor would they pay for a car, which is the reason I CANNOT get a job. I live twenty miles from the nearest anything. I can't get a job, b/c my mom refuses to drive me to and from work. The gas prices kind stink. And I don't have a car, nor would I be able to afford a car, even with a job. I'd have to work a few jobs. And I can't, based on where I live. If I had the opportunity, I would. I twould not only give me money, but it would also give me something to do. But I cannot.

The health department? Yeah. That's a 45 minute drive in the invisible car I don't have.

My friend's taking me to get a test from the city walgreens in a week, or two, based on when she gets time off. And she's offering to pay.

Until then, I have no car, and no money, or way to get one.

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*Forever & Always...Yours*