A medical abortion at 7 weeks.By anonymous on 11/02/2012
I grew up in a pro-choice household. Assuming that if I had ever been in a position to abort, I would have no hard feelings. Eventually, I got married, gave birth to two beautiful girls, landed a brand new job that I had worked my butt off for and my husband and I were finally settling into a role of financial freedom (we had been struggling for sometime). January 2012 arrived but my period didn't. With a heavy heart I went to Planned Parenthood and found out the consequence of one heated New Years Eve celebration: PREGNANCY. It was like a flashing red beacon. I was terrified and all that I believed about pro-choice was now staring me in the face. Simply put, both my husband and I did not want the baby. I say my husband and I because I wasn't standing alone in the room and got pregnant, he was just as much a part of it as I was. I almost didn't tell him because I felt that he would persuade me to have the baby. Lying to my husband, my best friend, the father of my two girls, was not an option. I needed to be open because I was going to need support. We decided, together, to terminate the pregnancy.