Sex wasn’t talked about in our house. I was raised going to church every Sunday, saying grace before dinner, and praying before bed. The only times sex was brought up was when my parents were warning me not to do it. But mostly, it was just ignored.

I was 19 years old and had just started casually dating a guy. He was a nice guy, but he worked with me at my part-time job and I definitely wasn't interested in anything serious. I was going to college and he was content with his lack of ambition. I was taking the Pill at the time, but my class schedule and work schedule made it difficult to take it at the exact same time each day.

I was 22. I had just graduated from college and recently accepted into a teaching credential program. My ex-boyfriend and I just moved in together, everything was going in the direction it was supposed to.

In 2000, I was a 32 year old, single mother of 12 year old and found out I was pregnant. I was scared and had little financial security. My parents were strict, fundamental, evangelical christians so there was NO support from them and I had placed a baby for adoption the year prior.

I was 19 years old and my partner was 22. I was a week late on my period and my breasts were very swollen and sore, so I had my friend who works at a medical clinic bring home a test for me.

I got pregnant at twenty seven. I was in a stereotypical affair with my married best friend, and after years of being as careful as we could be with my inconvenient allergic reactions to almost every form of medication I'd been prescribed for birth control, we opted to simply use condoms and the rhythm method as described by the mayo clinic.