I've always been "pro-life" & very against abortion, except in extreme cases such as rape resulting in pregnancy & those sorts of things I'd rather not think of..
But recently I've had my run in with "the choice" & had to make a decision. Heres my story:

I found out I was pregnant about a month ago, maybe a little longer now. I'm quite young too, lets just say I'm under 21. My mother, who is my BEST friend, always
said that she'd never let me get an abortion but when it came down to it & we had found out that I was pregnant (by at home test), she basically ended up telling me
that if I kept it then she'd disown me.. Well, I obviously kept it to myself & told noone aside from my mother and the "babys father" or "baby daddy". He said "he was
100% supportive because we got into this together & we'll get through it together" because I thought I was getting it "taken care of" because there was no other way,
I couldn't do it I thought, & especially without my mothers support. So we began making appointments, first was Planned Parenthood which ended up being way too
crowded & uncomfortable, I ended up having an anxiety attack in the waiting room & left before I was called back. I made an appointment at a smaller local clinic for
pregnant women, where I ended up having to talk to a counselor & getting a sonogram. But this place didn't have ACTUAL doctors, they were a tiny free clinic with
volunteers.

Well walking into the appointment, I was still 100% set on the abortion. With my mother by my side we walked in. I was called back about an hour after arriving to talk
to the counselor. She told me all the things that I didn't know about abortion, or didn't want to know. About how it was done, about the long-term effects, the risks, and
all the negative things. Asked me why I chose it instead of adoption or parenting, which my excuse was financially I couldn't do it & thats about the only logical one I
could think of. Well, she informed me that babies 1st & most important need was AFFECTION & CARE & LOVE, which I thought was bologna until she showed me a study
that was conducted in orphanages. The orphanages where they were WAY overcrowded & babies bottles would be propped up rather than holding the baby & feeding it as
the other orphanages were doing & babies were getting attention & affection, had more deaths. The babies that didn't get the attention would just wither away.. Its sad. 
She assured me that there is PLENTY of resources & assistance out there financially that I could receive. I was still telling myself "I'm getting the abortion." So after about
an hour and a half with her it was time for the sonogram. Reminder: I thought I was still not very far along, that it was simply just an egg still you couldn't even tell it
was a baby. Well, the tech asked if I wanted my mom in the room & went to get her. After my mom was in the room & I was on the table she began. My throat got tight,
the tears were welling up in my eyes, as I fought them back to my surprise there was a baby wiggling away & moving its arms & flopping around on that screen. She 
measured it on screen and I ended up being 11 weeks & 5 days. I couldn't even look at it anymore. She printed the 3D & 2D ones out and handed me the strip of pictures
of MY BABY. My mom & I got to the car & she started almost talking to herself about how we'd be able to do it, ME & HER COULD PROVIDE THIS CHILD WITH WHAT IT NEEDED!
I was confused & lost, had she really been thinking about letting me keep it? Was she serious? 


I'm about 13 weeks & 3 days now. I think you may already know what my choice was.. I had a baby inside of me not some imaginary little dot or whatever I thought it was
& I was sure that at first it'd be hard, but I was determined. After seeing MY baby, I no longer cared what ANYONE had to say or if they were supportive or not. My mother was
the one who convinced me to keep it, as long as I had her support I knew I'd get through it. The babys dad, well thats another story. He's now nothing more than a "sperm 
donor" as I like to say. He already has 2 kids & he's mad at me for keeping this life alive inside of me. But he wasn't there, he didn't see what I did, & this is MY body not HIS. 
His reasons, nothing but selfish. 

Have any of you ever been in a similar position? Any advice for a YOUNG SINGLE mommy-to-be?