I was told I was pregnant after missing one menstrual cycle at the woman’s health clinic. I was unmarried. They used a urine sample to determine this. I was asked if I wanted counseling. I said yes. The woman was very friendly, very vague. (You know how they are supposed to be). She asked me if I knew what I wanted to do, I said I didn’t know, but I couldn’t possibly have a baby. She asked if I wanted an abortion, I said no but what else could I do? I honestly don’t remember if she asked me about wanting to have the baby. We always got back to my feelings on abortion.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be from the aspect of pain. However the Dr. looked a little perplexed as he scraped. He asked me how far along I was. I told him and asked why. He said because he wasn’t finding anything. I didn’t ask what he was looking for, I didn’t want to know. He asked me to take another urine test and according to it, I was still pregnant. A few days later I received a blood test, it was negative. Supposedly, I was never pregnant.

I was not a Christian at the time, but I praised God for saving me from making a terrible mistake. I was so happy that I had not killed a baby.

Even though I didn’t have a baby growing in me, I felt ashamed of myself. I steadily get more involved in drinking and drugs, irresponsibility. This may or may not be a direct result of my experience or it was my morality because of an absent spiritual life.

I became a Christian, I sought forgiveness and decided that I might be used to save babies (after the President of Right to Life spoke at our church). So now, I’m acting vice president of the local Right to Life group, and my resolve to help women understand what abortion is, is stronger than ever.

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