I remember the day I found out that
I was pregnant with my daughter.

I was devastated. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t have any money. I was still in school. My husband and I had just gotten married. My husband was still in school. We weren’t ready. We had not planned this. I was scared, too. I wasn’t sure I would be a good mother. I was terrified about the pain of childbirth. I wasn’t sure how we would afford a child. It would have been so easy to “take care of it.” I mean, I worked at Planned Parenthood. I remember one of the girls I worked with asking me if I thought I wanted to have an abortion. I almost couldn’t believe she was asking me that question. Did she think that every unplanned pregnancy should just be aborted? Well, not mine. It would be hard and I knew that we would have to make sacrifices, but I was going to have this baby. I knew that I could do it…no matter how scared I was.