I found myself pregnant when I was in graduate school in social work, in a relationship with a Vietnam veteran who'd been injured and had signs of what now would be called PTSD. I was taking the pill, we were much in love, but no way were we considering marriage. I got an early pregnancy test,
I have always been careful. I have always been the kind of person who looked before I leapt. The one time I didn't, I was on vacation with a group of girl friends. We were out having a great time and I met a great guy. I decided to take a chance and wound up pregnant.
In many ways I am glad that my mother is no longer alive to see what has happened in the same state that, over forty years ago, gave me a second chance at life; the same state that killed George Tiller and now forces women with anencephalic children to bear them. It would break her heart.