6 months, guys! 6 months! It was 6 months of dating this Portuguese guy I met in college that I was faced with an unplanned pregnancy at 19. If it wasn’t for him smelling so good and his Bruce Lee abdominal muscles, I probably wouldn’t have had that micro-magnetic pull (the act of coitus) that literally changed the course of my life. It was the end of September when my family doctor (who sucked, btw but who’s asking) took me to a room and closed the door to tell me I was pregnant.  You know how life flashes before your eyes when experiencing a NEAR-DEATH experience? Yup. Sudden sparks of “16 and…