At 19, I found myself pregnant, after a drunk night where I was positive my 27 year old boyfriend of 3 months had assured me he was wearing a condom. He was not. At first I denied reality. Things like this didn't happen to girls like me.

I was in my 20s, young and married for the second time. I had four children. One had been kidnapped by my first husband, one had suffered devastating encephalitis from a vaccine reaction and was in a permanent vegetative state. My husband and I both had jobs, but minimum wage doesn't stretch far when you have kids in day care.

I got pregnant while living in Guatemala as a volunteer teacher. My Mayan boyfriend was not a suitable life partner for me, and had once told me he was anti-abortion and that if I was ever in a situation where I wanted one I shouldn't tell him--so I didn't.

It was 1973 I was 21 and had a was seeing someone who after a nice dinner out had sex with for the first and last time. It was only my 2ndsexual experience so to even think I was pregant was not even a possiblity, so I thought.

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.

I was 22 and 2 months away from graduating college. My boyfriend at the time had made it known early in our relationship that he did not want me to have an abortion if we ever got pregnant, but the moment we were confronted with this, he decided that he didn't want to be a dad.