I became pregnant with my first child last year in my late 30's! I was elated and filled with an unexplained amount of love for this being simply for being a part of me. I didn't know that my heart can open so big.

In 2012, I was 18 years old, a freshman at the University of San Francisco. On November 07, 2012 I found out that I was pregnant by my high school boyfriend of 2 years. As I stood there in Walgreens bathroom staring down at the pregnancy test, I couldn't register what I was looking at.

I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful partner; he's sweet, he moved out of state with me for work, he supports (most things) I do and he loves me. For these reasons, I know one day, I want to have a baby with him.

I had two abortions - one when I was 22 and one when I was 23, within months of each other. Both with the same partner. He was a crack addict and already had two kids he didn't properly care for. I was a smart and talented girl with very low self esteem and a desire to "fix" him. He did have a good heart but was massively flawed otherwise.

I'm 55 years old. I terminated a pregnancy when I was in my early 30's. I was working at the time but did not own a car.

My husband and I found out that we were having our second baby in January 2013. Extremely unexpected, but we were over the moon.