For years my husband and I tried to have children. We went through fertility work and in the end decided to adopt. We now have two beautiful children who are five & six years old. They are all that we need and want to make our family complete.
About two weeks ago I found out I was pregnant. Such a fluke. Such a miracle. A miracle that was six years too late. We chose abortion.
I cried a lot leading up to my abortion. I am not like a lot of people that believe it isn't an actual baby until it reaches a certain point of growth. I believe that I had a baby inside me and I chose myself and my current children over that baby. In the end, it isn't about what it was, it is about what it won't be. It won't be a mistake that everyone, including the baby, will suffer for. It won't be a child that I resent. It won't be an unwanted child. It was hard for me to know that I was ending a life but I knew it was the right choice for all of us.
My abortion was yesterday. It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. It must have been too cold for the protesters, not one was there the entire time I was there. The staff was helpful and kind. I brought a good friend to be with me. It was not as painful as I had imagined and was over sooner than I imagined. My friend took good care of me and was very understanding.