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Their arch-enemy is the bad, bad guy Shredder, who struggles to gain power over the world.Of course the ninja turtles will do everything to stop him.

My mom and I just looked at each other -- nervous and numb.I looked at a bunch of pregnancy Websites and learned all about how babies develop. After 19 hours of labor, though, Tyler Dominic Rush was finally born. My relationship with the father pretty much ended when I told him I was going to have the baby. I help pay for some of Tyler's stuff, but basically, they're supporting both of us. I'll try so hard to get him to stop crying -- and then Mom comes along and quiets him down in half a second. But he's really wonderful about everything and completely supportive in every way. I can't relate to my old friends anymore: the things they talk about, the clothes they wear, the parties. At 15 months, he's starting to talk, and he knows so many words.I read lots of books, took my prenatal vitamins, and went to all my checkups. He had a full head of black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I couldn't wait to leave the hospital, but the second we got home, I froze. He never really came around to the idea of being a dad. I still have my Eminem posters in my room, but instead of staying up late listening to music or talking on the phone, I go to bed at so I can get up at 6 a.m. I plan to go back to school and will probably take some classes at the community college someday. He says "Mama," "Mamaw" (that's what he calls my mom), "bye-bye," "hi," and "no-Ty" (for "no, Tyler" when he does something wrong).I excused myself from class and hurried to the nursery, where the attendant met me at the door. She said okay, but then she shook her head at me as if to say, "Careless kids!"Such moments -- and there were lots of them that year -- made me realize how out of place I felt in high school after my son was born.If he acts up, or if he falls over and bumps his head, I always think people are looking at me as if to say, "It's because you're a teenager."In truth, though, I think I'm a great mom, and I know that my son is crazy about me.

I definitely don't want to promote teen pregnancy; believe me, it's not easy at all.

And adoption was out of the question; I couldn't imagine giving my baby away. With lots of help from my mom, though, I gradually figured out how to hold him, feed him, and bathe him.

From the start, I wanted to be a good mom and decided to teach myself everything I could about pregnancy and child rearing. We set up a beautiful bedroom for him -- decorated with a Winnie-the-Pooh theme -- but he slept with me every night for the first five months. Some nights, I'll put him down, and he'll fuss nonstop. He wasn't planning on living with a baby again, and he gets annoyed sometimes.

It was Friday morning, first period, and I was in my science class, just like a typical kid in a typical high-school science room.

I'm sure you can picture it -- the little plants sprouting in Styrofoam cups, the usual charts and posters on the walls, the teacher asking us if we'd done our homework. But then the loudspeaker on the wall squawked: Jamie Rush, report to the nursery!

He kept stopping to kiss me and tell me how pretty I was. I had been feeling so self-conscious about my looks. My mom and I are very close, so the following week, I told her about what had happened.