It was my second year in college when I found out I was pregnant. I did not plan to have kids at all, much less at that time in my life.
The guy who had gotten me pregnant and I were not really a couple so to speak and didn’t intend on becoming one. I knew I was not ready for a child. I felt it would be wildly irresponsible of me to have one because of my maturity level, lack of financial and emotional security, among many many other things. I was pretty scared of getting the procedure, physically and emotionally. But I knew that it had to be done. I think I was more scared of people finding out than anything. If I could’ve been assured that NO ONE would know except me and the staff, it would’ve been much easier. Nevertheless, the day came and I went into the clinic. The staff were super nice and helpful. They sort of poked fun at the protesters outside, which lightened the mood. The procedure was much less painful than I imagined. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief as soon as it was over. My story may not be typical, but I truly had no regrets. I was able to graduate college with a degree in Nursing. I am happily married and we have a 5 yo boy. I am very happy and content with my decision. Wouldn’t change it if I had the chance.