When I was about 14 weeks pregnant, I got scared out of my wits and decided I would abort my child. I had gotten the money together, and I had the appoinment set up and all. Well, that morning when we got ot the building, there were abortion protestors outside with pictures of charred bodies and ripped apart fetuses. All of a sudden, I was like, “wait a minute, how can I do this? What will she look like? How could I influence her life?” So, I was about to get out of the vehicle and suddenly I said, “I can’t do this” I was just so scared of the way the fetuses looked and miserable thinking that I may one day wonder how she grew up. (at the time, I just assumed it was a girl). Well, now, my son is 3 months old and is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m scared about whether I’ll ever have to tell him I almost aborted him and what he’ll think of me then. I love him more than anything else in the world, and I 100% regret ever thinking about aborting him.
18-year-old female /