I was 29 when I got an abortion via the mifepristone pill. I was and am married. I was unemployed at the time, but my husband makes a good living and we could have financially supported a child.

However, neither of us were ready or wanted to be parent. I don’t know that I ever want to have children. My cycles are fairly regular so I found out very early on. My local planned parenthood though didn’t have any appointments for at least two weeks and it felt like time was of the essence (for so many, it truly, truly is) so I got an appointment with a planned parenthood about an hour away and went in a couple of days later. They confirmed my pregnancy and gave me the pill. I was in California at the time so I didn’t have to go back multiple times like they make you in some states. I only had one moment of doubt – right after I swallowed that pill, I wanted to spit it back out. But I didn’t. Because I knew that I did not want to have a child. Remembering that made me feel better by the time I got home. The process itself was not bad at all. The people made it sound a lot scarier than it was – to tell me the worst case scenario. But because I went in right away, it was mostly like having really bad PMS. I couldn’t even tell when I passed the pregnancy.
I have never regretted my choice. I remember those commercials from when I was a kid about the sad woman who mourned her unborn child’s birthday every year because she had had an abortion. I am not that woman. And I don’t feel bad about that.