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.

as i grew older and worked my way through high school and college my views changed, i became pro-choice and firmly believe that what a woman chooses to do with her body is strictly her choice. i never thought i would get pregnant at 22. my boyfriend and i were shocked,terrified and completely lost. i didn’t believe the faint pink lines on that plastic stick so i made an appointment with my doctor, who sure enough confirmed that i was in fact pregnant. we went back and forth for a week trying to make a decision. how was i suppose to finish medical school and a clinical rotation with a child? how was he going to finish school? how were we going to support ourselves? never in my life have i struggled so much as i did in trying to choose if i was going to become a mother, or wait until the time was right for my boyfriend and myself. after a lot of thought and consideration of our options, i choose to have a medication abortion. i know i made the right decision even though it was extremely difficult. i want to be able to provide my children with stability which at this point in my life, i can’t provide. my boyfriend and i want children someday, but we also want to become successful, build a home, and a solid foundation to provide our children with everything they could ever want and need. one day it’ll happen but right now just was not the right time, and thats ok.