I remember one morning reaching to take out my cervical cap (it was the late 80s) and realizing it was not properly lodged. Sure enough, I was pregnant.

In April 2014 I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend of 4 years and I were both still in College, living at home, and working part time. Growing up, I was raised Roman Catholic and was sent to a private school. Sex was never talked about and abortion was never an option.

Both my husband and I do not want children. Having conceived at forty was an unhappy surprise. We both agreed to the termination (although it ultimately was my decision). Because I was only nine weeks pregnant, I qualified for a medical abortion. One takes pills to induce a miscarriage. The procedure takes place at home.

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

I was in my mid-thirties, married, and child-free. I was completely focused on my career in IT and loving every minute of my life.

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.