JUNO

I like this picture, I missed my junior prom because I was pregnant. Then I missed my senior prom because I was married taking care of my child.

So I watched the movie Juno. I hadn't seen it up until now because I thought that it wouldn't be realistic at all. I was 16 when I was pregnant. I was afraid that I would get mad at the movie for not showing it how it was.

I really liked the movie. It made me realize just how immature and young I was. I like how Juno had a lot of sarcasm with it. That reminded me a lot of myself. I think this movie really hit home for me. Not really being able to understand that there's a real baby growing, or that you're going to be a mom. I did at some point consider when I was young doing what Juno did. It's something that I would have been happy to do for someone. But, I went thru a lot of difficulties with my pregnancy and ended up being in the hospital for a long time. This created a lot of bonding time. So I knew it would've been too hard for me to let him go.

I like the hamburger phone, it just reminds me of how young she is. The fact that she puts lipstick on before going over to the adopters house because she likes the husband. It's a real kick in the gut when you are 16 and pregnant and realize you can't be doing that. But you're so confused as to what you want in life and who you want to be with. I can also relate with the couple who wanted the baby. How he thought a baby would fix things and make the marriage work better. But then he realized that he didn't even want to be married. And she wanted to be a mother so bad that she overlooked the problems with him.

I was a little emotional after watching the movie. Being pregnant early in life makes me feel as though I have missed out on an exciting time in marriage life. Being excited about planning then waiting till the baby is finally here, and the joys of being ready but completely not ready when the baby has arrived. I have two children. By the time that I think I am ready to have another child, Kobe will be around 11 years old. And I'm not sure I will want to have a baby then. Not to mention whether my husband would want anymore children. I don't regret what happened, but it makes me feel like I've missed out on something important.