I found out I was pregnant just three days shy of my eighteenth birthday. It all began with the words, "Honey, it broke". Not exactly the most romantic words that have ever been said to me. A simple, "That was great", would have been just fine. Little did I know those three words would change everything about my seemingly normal life.
Imagine being seventeen a senior in high school, co-captain on the cheerleading squad, starter, and all district player on both the basketball and volleyball teams. When I was in high school, I had the same goals and expectations as most of my peers. Go to college, get a degree, get a good job, eventually get married, and start a family. I never dreamed that I would be starting a family at seventeen. .
I could only think of one other girl that got pregnant in high school and everyone made her life a living hell. I was not going to go through that. So, I made the only logical decision I could think of at the time. I would have an abortion. Seems easy, right? A few phone calls were made and the appointment was set up. Of course, I discussed this decision with the "sperm donor". He was against the idea but said he would support me in whatever decision I made. .
I decided to have the abortion during my Thanksgiving break so everything would be fine by the time my basketball tournament rolled around. In my mind I thought it would be this easy. I was not worried about the pain and even the emotional turmoil I might experience after. I just wanted things back to how they were.
One night, I was looking through some brochures the doctor had given me. It was literature on the development of a fetus in different stages. It was then and there that I knew I could not go through with the abortion. The idea of killing this small child growing inside me was more than I could cope with. I knew no matter how difficult, I had to deal with what had happened. Having an abortion was not the answer I was looking for.