My baby

About three days ago I found out that I was pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. Ok, let me tell you how it all started. I was living in an apartment with a roommate that I had that went psycho. She wouldn’t clean anything and she always had random guys coming in and out of the apartment so I couldn’t stand being there. She always fussed and argued about petty stuff like a little child. So I never went home. Well, I never had any time to be home in the first place because I worked twelve hours a night then went to school for four hours a day, then had to run errands, study, get some rest, and do whatever I needed to do, then go back to work. In between everything I just would go to my boyfriend’s house and try to get some rest instead of going home. My roommate started getting worse and worse with acting like a child so I decided to move out. When I moved out my boyfriend said that I could come live with him and I've been living with him ever since. I guess living with him made us get a little too comfortable because when we got intimate we never used protection and he never pulled out. We were being ignorant at the fact that something could happen. We knew something could happen but we didn’t care. We were going to do what we wanted to do. Well, a few days ago I found out I was pregnant and now I don’t know what to do. At first I always said that I could get an abortion if this ever happened and I didn’t want it to. But since it happened things have changed. This baby is a part of me and I don’t want to get rid of it. My boyfriend is for abortion but he is getting used to the idea of me keeping. My parents think we should get married and start our lives together and I don’t think it’s a bad idea but he isn’t hearing that. He isn’t ready to get ready and now I feel like I’m dealing with it by myself. I’m not sure what to do but I know he better come around to doing something soon because I’m tired of doing this alone.