KA is an eejit.
If my DD (currently only 7 weeks old but nowt wrong with planning ahead
) came home at 19 - whether she was at uni or not - and told me she was pregnant, I'd support her. And as soon as she was out of the room, I'd break down and sob.
I love my DD to bits but the pregnancy has been a hard slog - I found out I was pregnant two weeks before the start of my second year. She was born on the last day of official lectures. I've put up with people saying "you made it look easy, I want a baby" and it's so hard to bite my tongue. They didn't see me sobbing when my parents wanted me to have an abortion, or ending up in hospital frequently, or dealing with constant judgemental comments and looks from people I know and strangers alike, and the jealousy of knowing all my friends were going out and having a good time. They didn't see my breakdown when I was trying to submit my last essay on time when DD was a week old. They don't get to see the loneliness of having no other friends who are parents.
I'm already in essay territory with this post but Kirstie's article pissed me off. I could tell when reading that she wasn't a young mum - yep, I was right! All I can say is thank goodness she doesn't have a daughter. If DD ever asks me for life advice, I'll make sure she knows that I'll support her no matter what - but that there's plenty of time between 20 and the time fertility significantly decreases to do whatever she wants - whether that is to travel, to go on holiday with mates, to go to uni, to work abroad, to meet people and go out and to pop to the shops without needing military precision and expert timing.
If, after that, she still wants to have a baby young (or indeed, it happens when she least expects it like with me), that's her choice - at least she'll have made it knowing the potential consequences and what it will mean for her life. And only then will I tell her about all the good bits of having a baby young 