i got pregnant shortly after my mother lost her grueling battle with als. it was a long, draining and emotional process that left me severely depressed and fragile.

it was 1979, and i was 18 years old. i was working as a night shift waitress at a pancake house in pittsburgh, and my then-boyfriend worked there too, as a line cook in the kitchen.

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13 years ago i became pregnant while on the pill. my boyfriend at the time accused me of getting pregnant on purpose because we had been going through a rough patch and he even had the nerve to ask me if the baby was definitely his.

in 2000, i was a 32 year old, single mother of 12 year old and found out i was pregnant. i was scared and had little financial security. my parents were strict, fundamental, evangelical christians so there was no support from them and i had placed a baby for adoption the year prior.

i had a baby before i was 18. i was unmarried and just could not face having an abortion, even though my close friend had one less than a year before i found out i was pregnant. when my baby was 9 months old, i found out i was pregnant again.