I had just turned 17 and within that week I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend was locked up and I was just a junior in high school and I was the baby of the family. When I took that test in a way I was happy, even before the test I knew I was carrying something inside, mother's instinct I guess. When I told my mom I was alone and her first words were "your not keeping it." My immediate family and the baby's father told me it would be better if I didn't keep it. My oldest sister told me that I was still a baby. For the next week I became depressed I cried every night, I felt no one wanted me to have my baby, only I wanted him. So I caved and decided this was the best decision at the time. 4 years later... here I am. I am still living with the fact that I gave up my baby, but it really was the best decision. I graduated high school without that loser baby's dad (who already had another kid from a previous relationship) went on to college out of state. And now am 1 yr away from getting my degree. I am living the life I dreamed and I know that God and my baby forgives for what I did. The pain will be there, but life does go on. I hope this helps...Sorry so long. Good Luck, just remember its your body and YOU have the final say.

(This is from my friend who doesn't have an AB account, but she is here with me.) I have had 4 abortions. 3 were when I was on drugs and I knew I wasn't going to stop. I know lots of people who got pregnant and kept getting high and didn't care. Then they left their kids with anybody they could, my aunt even forgot her kid at the dope house and had to go find her. I didn't want to be like that, so I got an abortion. I did feel sad because I thought that it would be neat to have a baby, but I really knew that I didn't want to ruin my kids life and put them through what I went through. The last time I was clean, and I was kind of excited. But I was on an antipsychotic medication that leads to severe birth defects. My doctor had told me that I couldn't have a baby while taking the medicine, and was doing so good on it that I was afraid to get off and lose control. I was sad and I didn't tell my mom. My boyfriend was sad too but we both knew we weren't ready. I don't regret it because all of the things I have done have hurt me, but no kids are suffering because of my problems. I want to be a mom one day, but I want to wait until I have my life together so I can do it right. I hope that helps.