I was 27 years when I got pregnant. I have no excuse, no explanation other than an adolescent belief in the teenager's creed: "It won't happen to me."

I found out on a Friday, and had my abortion scheduled on Tuesday. My mom drove me up, and my parents funded the entire operation.

The clinic was amazing; the staff astounding. I was treated with exceptional care and respect.

It was done and over with in a matter of hours. It hurt like hell for a while, but I slept fine that night and went to work the next day.

I never told the father; and I'm not sorry.