In short: I've been on birth control for a very long time, never missed a pill, and always used alternative forms of protection. Yet I've somehow become impregnated with a strange little squishy, pukey, poopy, crying, money, energy, and time-consuming baby.
My main complaint being that I'm not as terrified as I should be. What the fuck, brain, snap into reality. Seriously.
This is why you must always use condoms because the pill can be ineffective at times. Also, since I'm not exactly an adult yet (17) I'm on a low dosage so that could be another problem. But yes. 3 methods; pill, wrapping and pulling out. The classic complaint "oh the condom broke" is unbelievable because you know how hard it is for those things to break!? I had put it over my foot before it broke. Unless you have a huge dick (or have like 2+ hours of sex) its not gonna break. But I hope you'll be fine...
Step #2 is to never tell random people on the internet about things like this. I could probably count on one hand the amount of positive comments which are here.
If you cannot afford to have the child, either abort it or let another desperate couple who wants to have a child have it. Personally, the latter may be a better decision, or at least in my eyes, but it's your body; I can't tell you what to do with it.
My main complaint being that I'm not as terrified as I should be. What the fuck, brain, snap into reality. Seriously.