i was 19 when i was pregnant. it was the second guy ive ever had sex with in my life. i thought he was the one. when i found out i was pregnant i was terrified. terrified of what people would think.

i remember one morning reaching to take out my cervical cap (it was the late 80s) and realizing it was not properly lodged. sure enough, i was pregnant.

in april 2014 i found out i was pregnant. my boyfriend of 4 years and i were both still in college, living at home, and working part time. growing up, i was raised roman catholic and was sent to a private school. sex was never talked about and abortion was never an option.

both my husband and i do not want children. having conceived at forty was an unhappy surprise. we both agreed to the termination (although it ultimately was my decision). because i was only nine weeks pregnant, i qualified for a medical abortion. one takes pills to induce a miscarriage. the procedure takes place at home.

i was 22, just graduated from college. dating a man who would become my husband.

i was in my mid-thirties, married, and child-free. i was completely focused on my career in it and loving every minute of my life.