i have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years. i am very blessed to have such a wonderful partner; he's sweet, he moved out of state with me for work, he supports (most things) i do and he loves me. for these reasons, i know one day, i want to have a baby with him.

i have had two abortions. i had my first abortion when i was twenty-three. i was employed, saving to travel the world, and madly in love. unfortunately he was on the other side of the world that i wanted to travel to and a very bad letter writer.

i was 18 years old and in a mentally abusive relationship with a boy i had been on and off with for 2 years. 4 days after graduating from high school we had unprotected sex and 5 weeks later that little stick showed up with those two little lines.

my story is really a story of beginnings. i had just met the most amazing man. the man of my dreams. we were 2 peas in a pod. in fact, i liked him so much i didn't have sex with him for weeks. well lo and behold the first time out of the gates and apparently we got knocked up.