|On our honeymoon.|
When I first started showing, the stares started. Stares, looks of distaste, eyes trailing to my ring finger, rude comments, and the list continues. I was so put off by all of the judgements of others my husband bought me a "pregnancy" wedding band when my wedding set no longer fit. I figured if I had a ring on my finger maybe those who felt the need to judge me would walk away figuring I was married.
|The little man who makes it all worth it|
It got so bad that I hated to go anywhere. Not even the doctor's because I dreaded the judgement of others. Naively, I figured that once my son was born everything would return to normal. Hello, I forgot what it was like when I was actually 16 and babysitting!! I wanted to walk around then with a sticker on my head stating, "Not the mother, only the babysitter." Now the sticker I want reads, "Yes, I'm his mother, Yes, I'm married, and NO I'm not a teenager!"
|Loving on my Mo!|
Through all of this, I have learned to truly follow the old saying, "Never judge a book by its cover." I have learned to be less judgemental towards others. But, let me tell you, when I have dirty looks thrown my way or yet another person questions whether I'm married or not, it is mighty tempting to blow up and just yell, "I'm NOT another teen mom!!"