Fear.

2 lines. It was complete fear. I was not excited, I was mad. I was terrified and so so mad at myself for letting this happen. It was December of 2019 (not even a year yet.) I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t believe it at first until hospital confirmed. I immediately left and called every abortion hotline I could. I knew that’s what I wanted. I was in no place to have another. I already have a 3 year old, I don’t want any more kids. I finally got ahold of the abortion hotline and got most of my funding paid for THANK GOD for them, or I wouldn’t have been able to afford it. I only had to pay $300 out of pocket. Fast forward to the day of, yes it’s true the people out front try to yell at you and make you feel bad, but I didn’t care, I was ready. I knew this is what I wanted and nothing was changing my mind. It was an all day thing, got there at 7:30am didn’t leave until 5pm. Finally, I woke up. Instant relief. Yay I’m not pregnant. Everything went smooth. No pain, or complications. No regrets. I’m 22.