I found out I was pregnant is November. I had nausea for several weeks and migraine headaches (that I get when I don’t feel well). I went to the doctor’s for a routine appointment and they called me back and told me I was pregnant. At first, I was excited. I’ve always wanted to be a mother…then reality set in for me. I was unemployed, mentally ill college student living with my caring, but conservative parents. I was doing so well on school. All As in my classes, my parents were so proud, but my mental health was deteriorating. It wasn’t the right time to have a baby.
I’ve been with my boyfriend for five years. We had a long discussion and he told me he would support me whether I continued my pregnancy or had an abortion. I told him I would sleep on it and then next morning told him I was going to have an abortion.
I contacted a Planned Parenthood quite far from my hometown because my dad is well known and didn’t want to deal with it. My mental health is already talk, don’t want my abortion being talk, too.
The day I went to the clinic, I was greeted with a lovely staff. They took an ultrasound that I avoided looking at. I knew if I saw it, I would change my mind. I was about. My next appointment would be my actual abortion. The abortion itself was relatively short. A little over ten minutes. They propped up my legs like they would when they examine you at the gynecologist. They inserted something into my vagina and cleaned it out (sounds gross, sorry). Then they gave me anesthesia. Then inserted something into my vagina. I started to feel cramps, which made me particularly uncomfortable because I take meds when I’m on my period and don’t have cramps so it surprised me. I felt nauseous too, but I don’t know if it was the actual procedure or my anxiety.
Afterwards, I spent about an hour in the recovery area. The staff was so sweet, even when I started crying. When I thought I was done crying, I met my boyfriend and he took me home. For the first half hour, I cried so hard. I asked him the night before to just be quiet when I started crying. After I was finished, we put on music. I remember we sang “Anaconda”, “Partition”, and even “Blank Space”. We spent the car ride singing songs because music always calmed me down.
We spent a couple of hours together before I asked him to bring me home. I brought my cats into my room and just cried. I cried a lot. It was very overwhelming and to be quite honest, I never thought I would have an abortion. For the first two weeks I was really upset. It was a combination to my already bad mental health and a combination of things (including the abortion) that happened to me.
I do not regret my abortion. I have mixed feelings about it, but I stand by my decision to have one. I do think about how I would’ve been giving birth soon, having a child, but I don’t regret my decision to have one. My negative feelings have been dissipating as time goes on. I’m quite happy with my abortion. It solidified why I was pro-choice.