The night of my 21st birthday was the most careless night of my life, but not like most careless 21 year olds. That was the night I got pregnant, with my 3rd child.

23. First college graduate of my family. Loving and caring boyfriend. Ready for the future ahead of me when birth control failed and I found myself pregnant.

I'm married to my high school sweetheart for just under 15 years and have an almost 7 year old. We didn't want more children, much to our family's shock and disapproval.

Oddly enough, a couple of days ago I had my first (and sincerely hope to be the last) abortion. I never once in my life thought that I would undergo this procedure. I thought the chances for me getting accidentally pregnant were lower than the chances for a zombie apocalypse.

I just couldn't keep her. It was a one night stand with an ex, he didn't want anything to do with me as soon as I told him. I tried to work out how to move out and raise a baby at the same time but I couldn't make it work.

25. Successful. PREGNANT!??! It was a one night stand with a guy that I've had a sexual past with. We had dated in the past a couple times, and know each other since high school days. & Every time I saw him out, I just wanted to rip his clothes off. This time, it really happened.