I was 22, just graduated from college. Dating a man who would become my husband.

I was 18 when I gave birth to our first child. My boyfriend and I gave her up for adoption, under duress because we had moved to another state, our families didn't know and we felt pressure from an agency that didn't care about our well being.

My dad told me and my sisters that if any one of us got pregnant, don't bother coming home. I got pregnant at 18 years old, in college while using an diaphragm.

As one who was always pro-choice, I always viewed abortion as a necessary evil. It was not something I would want to do, but would have to do if faced with a pregnancy I didn't want (at least that's how my line of thinking went when I was younger and not ready to be a mother).

I don't have unusual or circumstances that would 'excuse' an abortion.

I'm one in three. I got married at 25 and had two planned children by the age of 31. At 33, I had a surprise pregnancy. We chose to abort because we knew that a third child would dilute the attention that our two kids needed and damage an already stressed marriage.