I was 19 when I was pregnant. It was the second guy Ive ever had sex with in my life. I thought he was the one. When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified. Terrified of what people would think.

I remember one morning reaching to take out my cervical cap (it was the late 80s) and realizing it was not properly lodged. Sure enough, I was pregnant.

In April 2014 I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend of 4 years and I were both still in College, living at home, and working part time. Growing up, I was raised Roman Catholic and was sent to a private school. Sex was never talked about and abortion was never an option.

Both my husband and I do not want children. Having conceived at forty was an unhappy surprise. We both agreed to the termination (although it ultimately was my decision). Because I was only nine weeks pregnant, I qualified for a medical abortion. One takes pills to induce a miscarriage. The procedure takes place at home.

I was 22, just graduated from college. Dating a man who would become my husband.

I was in my mid-thirties, married, and child-free. I was completely focused on my career in IT and loving every minute of my life.