I saved the ultrasound picture in a dated envelope, stuck it in a drawer and just as I closed the drawer - I closed out that moment in my life. They asked if I planned to continue with the pregnancy, at the tender, scared and reckless age of 18, in a low whisper, I said, “No.”

I was married then to my, now ex, husband. I was in school full time and working, interning and studying every other free minute.

When my son was 18 months old, we decided to try for a sibling. My first pregnancy ended in an early miscarriage. I quickly became pregnant again, and once we passed through the first trimester, I breathed a sigh of relief.