My mom was pregnant before me. At Thanksgiving she went into the doctor as something wasn't right. She was told that there wasn't a baby but matter.
I was lucky enough that my mom was able to set her political and religious beliefs aside in order to protect me from the many struggles that I would have faced caused by failed birth control.
At 19 weeks, with a wanted pregnancy with twins, we were devastated by news that one of our twins was very ill, and in order to not only spare her suffering, but save her twins life our only option was a selective termination.
I found out I was pregnant 11 days after my son's 2nd birthday. My birth control had either failed at its job, or I failed to be responsible.
I was a senior in high school when I found out I was pregnant.
When I was 20, I got pregnant. Even though I'd always been a huge advocate for women's right to choose, I had never thought it was something that would happen to me. It was tough to realize that this can affect anyone.
A friend of mine used to be "pro-life." She attended the rallies, created signs, signed petitions, etc. When she became pregnant, a complication occurred that led to her doctor recommending she get an abortion. She was told she needed it to save her life.
I have always considered myself pro-choice. 10 years ago, at the age of 24, I had to face my beliefs- I made the choice to have an abortion.
At one point in time, I was very pro-life and couldn't imagine who would ever get an abortion. Then came the day that I learned I was pregnant.
Devastating news: something is wrong. I was also told that my options were to end my pregnancy, or go home and wait for my baby to die.
Ashley, a girl I went to high school with, knocked on my dorm room door. She was crying and asked for my help. She found out two days before that she was pregnant. The guy she was seeing told her that it wasn't his problem.
When I was 17, I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend and I always used a condom, but eventually, the condom broke.
I grew up in a conservative Hispanic family, and I was terrified of seeking birth control when I became sexually active; most importantly, I was terrified of getting caught using birth control by my parents.
Growing up in a conservative area, I've never really thought much about abortion. Sex education classes always preached abstinence and "good girls," a demographic I've always been included in, never had sex before marriage. That is until I found myself in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship with a "good, Christian boy" and became pregnant.
I was told by doctors I could never get pregnant and decided to have sex without protection. Soon I found out they were wrong. I was starting my senior year of college and had no plan of having a kid. My parents didn't believe in abortions and being completely honest I didn't either until now.
My abortion made me a better parent.
At age 18 most kids believe they are invincible. But what some kids don't realize is that life can simply change in the blink of an eye. I wasn't ready for a baby nor was my boyfriend of only two months.
When I first told him about the pregnancy, he told me that he supported me no matter what. Turns out, those were just empty words.
I found out I was pregnant during my senior year of high school.
I felt abortion was the selfless thing for me to do, because intentionally bringing a child into that mess would have been completely irresponsible and unfair to any child.
I was raised Catholic and I was an ardent and fervent devotee while I still practiced. And then one day a few years later, still pro-life and a bit green, having been in love with my partner for 2 years I got pregnant.
The panic I felt when I found out I was pregnant really made me understand the women who retreated to back alley abortions.
I found I was pregnant five months before my high school graduation. Due to the laws in my state, I had to go in front of a judge and prove I was mature enough to obtain an abortion without parental consent.
The outcome of my pregnancy, that choice was made by God. I feel like how to handle the end of my pregnancy, that choice should have been mine, and it wasn't because of a law.
When my wife was pregnant with our first child she was going to school in a building that also had an abortion clinic in it. She was about 4 months along and was showing a little. Every time she went to school they had security that had to escort her through a crazy mob of protestors who grabbed at her yelling things like "Dont kill your baby!!"