So... earlier I posted I was pregnant. I'm with the father of the child but we don't have the financial stability to raise a child yet, nor we're we ready. As soon as I found out I was, the first thing he asked me was "what do you think is the best decision for you and the child". He didn't look at me and say you need to do this... or this is what I think. So when he got home, we sat down and talked about what all the options were, and what we both thought the best choice of action was. When I said as much as I wanna keep it, we can afford to give it the best possible care or support possible. So then we talked about adoption. I have no problem with it seeing as I myself am adopted. But then I thought about how bad the system really is and how I could NEVER do that to my kid. Especially since I've been there myself. Then the more so dreaded option of abortion came up next. Now, I have my stance on it as well as everyone else has theirs. Now it wasn't my first choice but then we considered every option we could think of. As I said, I'm adopted. I can't imagine how I would've turned out if I hadn't been since my mom wasn't the most stable, mentally and financially. But the more I thought about it, I wouldn't want to be raised like that, and I can't imagine raising my own child like that. But with that being said, that was our best option at this time. So he sat there and talked me though how it would go and reassured me every second of the way. So yesterday was the consultation and today was the day of the procedure. I may be 21, and I may have known exactly how it went and what to expect, but I was SCARED TO DEATH once I got to the office. Once I got back in the room, my anxiety kicked in to the highest gear and the staff were amazing and talked me through everything. It was terrifying, but I made it through. After I sat up I got redressed and gave the nurse that was talking to me throughout a huge hug and started crying. They took me to recovery gave me a bit of food and were right there with me the whole way. Thankfully without any judgments. After I got out of the recovery area, one of my best friends, who drove me to both appointments realized I was a bit off from my normal self. (I should say though... he had no idea why I was actually there. We just said it was a doctors appointment.) but once we got in the car and I was completely silent for a bit (which is rare for me) he asked what was wrong, if I was ok, and why I was really there. I told him after awhile and all he said was that if I need anything to let him know and gave me a well needed hug. Once I got home he got me upstairs and helped me lay down and said if I need to I can call him. Then about 2 1/2 hours later my boyfriend got home, gave me a big hug and told me that he was proud of me, and that I was brave in going through with it. Even though he had to work, he said he wished he could've been there to pick me up today. And he asked how everything went. I'm so glad that I have an amazing boyfriend, amazing friends, and got the joy of having such wonderful staff to help me through all of this. It's such a blessing. Now I feel like people will have there own opinion of it being right and other that think it's wrong. That's all in what you believe. Others may ask "well aren't you going to hate yourself, or be depressed afterwards? My answer to them.... MAYBE. I have no clue yet. But I do know, that I fell like I made the best decision that I could and that I'm so glad for everyone that helped me get through this.