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I have used birth control throughout most of my 37 child-bearing years (I'm now 49 and still able to get pregnant); however, two times that I didn't, I ended up getting pregnant.


I knew exactly when I became pregnant. I had been having issues with my birth control pill and was trying to find an alternative form of birth control that worked better for me. My boyfriend and I only had unprotected sex once and I took Plan B within a few hours of the sex. However, when I woke up the next morning I felt odd and knew I was pregnant.


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 was 23 and I had just broken up with my jealous and controlling boyfriend. A couple weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea what to do, I told my ex boyfriend who told me there was no way it was his because I was clearly sleeping around and cheating on him.


Its not a memory I used to be able to share, but I have realized how necessary it is to accept who one is. I was 15, and my boyfriend was 16. I was raised in a strict Christian household, to the degree that sex and even more, contraception, was not a conversation in our household.

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