I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful partner; he's sweet, he moved out of state with me for work, he supports (most things) I do and he loves me. For these reasons, I know one day, I want to have a baby with him.

I have had two abortions. I had my first abortion when I was twenty-three. I was employed, saving to travel the world, and madly in love. Unfortunately he was on the other side of the world that I wanted to travel to and a very bad letter writer.

I was 18 years old and in a mentally abusive relationship with a boy I had been on and off with for 2 years. 4 days after graduating from high school we had unprotected sex and 5 weeks later that little stick showed up with those two little lines.

My story is really a story of beginnings. I had just met the most amazing man. The man of my dreams. We were 2 peas in a pod. In fact, I liked him so much I didn't have sex with him for weeks. Well lo and behold the first time out of the gates and apparently we got knocked up.

When I was 22, I got involved with an older man who was separated from his wife (living separately as well). Within 2 months, he asked me to marry him, be the mother of his children, and wanted us to live together so we got an apartment just over the border in New Hampshire.

I am 67, and very grateful that my reproductive years coincided with availability of birth control and legal abortion. My husband and I tried to have a baby in our early 30's. Instead we had two miscarriages. I was fortunate that I could have D&C's in a hospital to safely clean out the remains of the miscarriages.