I was in my sophomore year of college when I found out I was pregnant. We were together for almost 2 years and I had always taken birth control. My period was 2 days late and I claimed it was stress (I really thought it was). But I knew something wasn’t right, I was waking up random times during the night and had extreme heartburn all the time. I took a pregnancy test and sure enough, I was 19, broke and pregnant. I chose the medication abortion. And I would really recommend it. It was great. I went in there once to get an ultrasound to see how far along I was. 5 weeks. They gave me the state mandated materials, and you set up your appointment. I had to come in the following week. I sat down with my doctor and explained everything that was and wasn’t normal. I took the first set of pills there, and they gave me the rest to take at home the next day. The following day my boyfriend came over and we had the house to ourselves for the rest of the day. I put the four pills in my cheeks and lay down to watch a movie. 45 min later I was puking my guts out. Then lying in the shower crying for another hour. Later, I took Tylenol with codeine and I was out sleeping for 2 hours and my boyfriend sat right next to me every minute of it. It was really nice to just have him right there with me. To be in my shower and know there was no one staring at me and judging me. I got to do it where I wanted with the man I love. I am truly proud to say in the last 5 months my grades have skyrocketed. Although I think about my experience and am sometimes sad that we don’t have that child in our lives, its also a constant reminder of what I want to be able to give our kids when we’re ready. I’m not sorry.
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