I was only six months into my freshman year in high school when I got knocked up. I should have been worrying about normal teenage girl shit like drama club or going to the mall to shoplift push‐up bras that didn’t fit. Instead, I was suddenly wondering how I was going to afford diapers since I wasn’t even old enough to get a job at McDonalds. I quickly learned that my family was not normal and I had to grow up fast if I was going to survive. We were poor Irish catholics and this was not the first teen pregnancy scandal in the family, my aunt had my cousin Siobhan when she was sixteen. I thought if she can make it work, so could I.