In February of 2003, I would say was the most stressful time of my life. I always told myself this could never happen to me. I had to experience the termination of my pregnancy. I was in a relationship with my boyfriend for a year when the scare occurred. I knew something was wrong with my body. I went to Walgreen and took a bought a pregnancy test. I got home with it and it was positive, I remember the blood rushing to my head and the tears flowing out of my eyes, and the gut feeling where I wanted to vomit. Not knowing what to do, my best friend helped me to calm down and get on the phone with Planned Parenthood. I asked all kinds of questions. They told me to come in and get tested again because sometimes those at home test are not accurate. When I went there I took their test and sure enough it was positive again. I felt like I could not breathe and my life was over and never would be the same. She took me in a room and asked me which my I wanted to pursued this. There were three options: termination, adoption or keep the baby. Well I was not sure which was the right one at the time she gave me all kinds of information and paperwork for each one. I approached all of the people I could trust to help and be supportive. I knew money, emotion and a new life were all to much for me to handle right now. I was stressing my self out because I should have had protected sex and none of this would have happened in the first place. But, I had to learn my lesson the hard way. I did not want to tell my boyfriend or my mother at the time. I knew me and my boyfriend were not prepared to bring a life into this world. My only option was to have an abortion. I thought about my options for awhile. Days of gathering
             information everywhere I could, helped me choose the right decision for me. I came to the conclusion that I would rather have an abortion then actually go through nine months of torture then give the baby up for ...