I was a mother of 2 at the time. I was in my 30s and living in Canada. It was not an easy decision, but I knew in my bones that this was not the right time or place to have another child.

For a long while I was in an on-again, off-again relationship with a young man with major substance abuse issues (for the majority of my pregnancy he was in rehab). We broke up shortly after my daughter was born, but got back together several times.

Like so many other women, I was in college, in a sexual relationship, and taking birth control. However, this method failed for me, and I found out on New Year's Day of 2000 I was pregnant. There really was no choice to be made.

I was a sophomore in college. I had just turned 20. I was not on the pill, but I was always careful to use condoms. One night I was with my boyfriend and the condom came off.

At the age of 17, I received my high school diploma, rented my first apartment, and met a young man I would soon marry.
One thing I knew for sure was that I did not want to become a single mother, so when we started having sex, marriage followed closely behind.

Though I was raised in a Catholic family and apparently encouraged to participate in a “Right to Life” poster contest as a child,I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t pro-choice.