When I was 19 I got pregnant. I was in a loving, committed relationship, but I was also a sophomore in college. I had dreams and aspirations, and raising a child wasn't one of them at age 19.

In 1973, I was 21, newly married and, having no desire to get pregnant, followed my OB/GYN's suggestion of getting an IUD. A new brand was supposed to be "perfect" for women who had never had children.

Around 2001, when I was 27, I became pregnant. At the time, I was earning $5 an hour - a wage that barely kept me clothed, housed, and fed (in fact, I have no idea how I was able to be self-supporting on that amount). I had no health insurance and no family to help.

I was 17 when I got pregnant from an abusive boyfriend. I was on birth control but terrible at taking it regularly. The doctor came in after my exam and said, you're pregnant. What are you going to do about it?

I recall feeling sick for weeks. Being pregnant was the last thought on my mind. I bought four pregnancy test, after the third test came back positive I believed it.

I was 23 years old when I got pregnant. I was neither emotionally nor financialy ready to have a child. My boyfriend, being catholic, did not agree with my decision but he took me to Planned Parenthood and helped pay for it.