I am 77 years old. I was a virgin until I was 21 and didn't sleep around. When I was 22 I was date raped, got pregnant, and couldn't find a safe way to have an abortion.

It was my second year in college when I found out I was pregnant. I did not plan to have kids at all, much less at that time in my life.

I am a single mother of two children. When I was pregnant with my first, I knew I could do it - all alone. And I did. No problem.

It was August. I remember because we were camping with the kids. My belly had a strange feeling to it; puffy but not gas. I had had that before- 10, 8 and 6 years earlier. Oh, please, no.

I had an abortion in the late 1970's. I was typical of teenagers of that time, living for the moment.

I found out I was pregnant again when my son was 7 months old. I was heartbroken.