I got pregnant as a teen, by my boyfriend. He was irresponsible, and I had mental health problems. My parents were older, old enough to be my grandparents. They were not able or willing to help me raise a child. So they took me to have the surgical procedure, which was performed by an ob/gyn. He's the one who had verified that I was pregnant. The next year, still a teen having mental problems, I got pregnant again, by another irresponsible boyfriend.

On New Year's Eve 2013 I found out I was pregnant. I knew I needed an abortion. The next day I was hit with all the emotions. I pictured what my life could be if I had this child. For a month, I went back and forth not knowing what to do. I was a mess. I read pregnancy books, I googled pictures of what the fetus looked like each week.

I'm in my early 30s, married, never before pregnant. I just returned home from a surgical abortion. I grew up with a strict father and born again Christian mother, and my parents consider abortion to be the worst thing...killing a child.

I was married with two beautiful young children. My marriage was tragically ended when my husband burned down our house and himself.

I was seventeen when I found out I was pregnant to a boy (also seventeen) who I had been dating for a little over a month. I barely graduated highschool, and had serious depression, anxiety, bulimia.

I was in college when I found out I was pregnant. Emotional broken and depressed over a breakup with my boyfriend I sought out a new guy as quickly as I could.