I found out in a Tim Horton’s bathroom – I decided the five minute drive home was too long to wait. Immediately, I had mixed feelings.
While I had wanted to keep it, I also knew that I had two years of college ahead of me and with only my fiance supporting us, a baby would’ve been irresponsible. We could barely support ourselves – let alone a child.
On November 11th I had my 9 week check up. Though we hadn’t fully decided on whether to have an abortion or not, the smiling faces and congratulations that I kept hearing seemed to sadden me more than reassure.
On November 20th, 2013, we walked into the clinic together. It was filled with all types of women of all different ages. The entire experience is now both a blur and yet methodically clear to me. I recall signing in as any medical appointment and going through the counseling and paperwork, however after they began the procedure, it’s less clear how the rest of the time there unfolded.
But I distinctly recall the relief I felt afterwards. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and the anxiety that I’d been feeling had disappeared.
I don’t regret our decision. It was hard – but it was the right thing to do.