After facing a 9-year grueling, exhausting, expensive repeating cycle of hope and devastation due to unexplained infertility, I found myself pregnant, the old-fashioned way. What an exciting surprise! My son, who was 3 at the time would finally have a much-loved sibling. My dream of a family was finally coming true.

In 2000, I was a 32 year old, single mother of 12 year old and found out I was pregnant. I was scared and had little financial security. My parents were strict, fundamental, evangelical christians so there was NO support from them and I had placed a baby for adoption the year prior.

I am 60 years old and have had 4 abortions. Each experience was different and for different reasons, which were deeply personal. Yes, it was sad and emotional but I'm happy I was able to have them.

Thank you for giving me a place to tell this story. 25 years ago, when my oldest daughter was 8 months old, I found out I was pregnant again.

I am a 25 year old British Pakistani Muslim living in the outskirts of London with my parent and 5 siblings. My mother and older sisters cover up, in the name of Hijab, for Islam. I used to and don't anymore.

I thought I got pregnant with my boyfriend, and we agreed that neither of us could take care of a child. He was about to go to prison anyway.