I was 18 years old. I had just graduated high school. It was my summer vacation before college. I can distinctly remember when I figured out I was pregnant.

I was babysitting and became really nauseous while swimming. Instantly, I knew I was pregnant. I made an appointment with my doctor. She came in with the results and from the look on her face, I knew I was. I broke down in tears. I knew my parents were going to be disappointed as much as I was disappointed in myself. I was the second in my family to go to college. My parents were looking for me to be the first to actually finish. I paged my “boyfriend” at the time. I was crying and upset and he immediately figured it out. First thing he said was, “Make an appointment, you are going to school, I can’t let this stop you from going to school.” Going to church every Sunday and lying to everyone about why I was sick was the hardest thing I have ever done. My appointment was on my sister’s birthday, August 18th. My “boyfriend” picked me up. He tried to make jokes, but, I wasn’t in the mood. Everyone at Planned Parenthood was incredibly nice. I went thru without feeling much pain. One of the nurses held my hand, the doctor talked me thru it. I felt pretty guilty afterwards. It’s crazy because two years later, I became a legal guardian for my niece. This year I was diagnosed with Stage 3 endometriosis. In some ways, I feel like it’s a punishment because I may not be able to have children now at the age of 33. But, my faith is strong. If it is in God’s plan, I will be blessed with another biological child of my own.