I had three abortions with the person who would become my husband.

Each time we were using condoms and they broke, I took plan B and it didn’t work.

The first time was shortly after we met, I was 22 and not even close to ready. He said he would support me no matter what I chose.

The second was a few years later.

The third was after we were married, when I still wasn’t ready.

The last one was the hardest decision because on paper we would’ve been ‘fine’ but I knew it wasn’t my time.

This past year we welcomed a daughter into our life, when he was ready, when I was ready. We planned for her, waited for her, and she is beyond loved, because we knew it was finally right for us.