I grew up in a home surrounded by mental illness. I knew I didn't have the skills or the gene pool for parenthood, but I got married to a manipulative man and we got pregnant twice.

I was in college when I found out I was pregnant. Emotional broken and depressed over a breakup with my boyfriend I sought out a new guy as quickly as I could.

I was 19 and sophomore in college when I got pregnant. I had only been with my boyfriend for a few months, and I couldn't see him as a father.

I'd always known I was not Mother material. I would be the woman you see yelling at her child. The one that you wonder why she ever had a kid.

I was 23 years old. Roe vs wade had just passed. I was pregnant and could not disgrace my parents. I am not sorry.

I got pregnant while living in Guatemala as a volunteer teacher. My Mayan boyfriend was not a suitable life partner for me, and had once told me he was anti-abortion and that if I was ever in a situation where I wanted one I shouldn't tell him--so I didn't.