It was my first semester of college and a hookup. We had sex one time and that was all it took. My period usually arrives right on the dot, so when I was two weeks late I knew I was pregnant.
I told the guy, and we both immediately knew we were in no place to have a child nor did we want one. So, we made an appointment with a clinic about an hour away and did it. It wasn’t really painful. Just like my period, except a lot more blood. The ladies at the clinic were nice and I saw all kinds of women there. I don’t regret what I did, because if I didn’t do it, I would have to quit school, quit my sorority and go home. I was not prepared to do this. The only thing I wonder sometimes is whether our child would’ve been a boy or a girl, and what it would’ve looked like. I guess it’s better not to know. I think the baby would be proud of the things I’ve accomplished.