the night i got pregnant i was celebrating two things - handing in my master's thesis and my birthday. it was a hot summer night, and a good friend introduced me to her friend.

1989 and i was 18 i was in that "stupid" love with my high school boyfriend. i just thought he was the best thing ever. i was on birth control pills but not only did i take them wrong, i also had a urinary tract infection and was given antibiotics.

despite the fact that i am an educated, middle class woman, i have had 2 abortions. i don't have a "good excuse", just inconsistent birth control because of infrequent relationships, and poor timing.

it was the most selfless choice i have ever made. i was 21, just graduated college, and trying to figure out my next move in life. i was working a job that was not in my field, living in my hometown again, and just feeling overwhelmed by the sudden changes in my life.

date number three, with a guy who seems like a perfect gentleman. he was sweet, considerate, and actually, almost boring. we went back to his place to hang out, and one glass of wine turned into three, which prevented me from being able to drive home.

i had to have a shot when i was 17 to start having periods, and then went on the pill, even though i wasn't sexually active, to correct the severe hormonal imbalance that i had, regulate my periods and dissolve the cysts.