I have been off and on with my boyfriend for two years this Christmas. We have recently gotten back together and it has been smooth sailing. I can't remember a time when I've been this happy.

In the past 2 months since we've gotten back together we have had sex more than usual. Especially over the last month. We did not use birth control of any sort. I have been having sex for 5 years using the "pull-out" method and nothing had happened. So yes, I was shocked.

Now thinking about it I had all the symptoms... breast tenderness- which I thought would be the onset of my period... increased appetite- but again I thought I was GETTING my period. Finally, I was just way more tired than usual. Tired, I mean to the point where I would fall asleep at 8pm only to wake up 12 hours later. I'm a night owl, but again I just figured I was tired and wanted to go to bed because of the cold wheather or a "hard" day.

I was supposed to get my period on a Monday, by Thursday I had warned my boyfriend who agreed we "wait" a few more days. By Friday morning, I cried to my best friend saying the "what if?" but I knew I was pregnant! I called my boyfriend in tears, he was at work and told me if I was that upset to go see a doctor, but he was convinced I wasn't pregnant.

I went to the doctor's office by myself, while my boyfriend was at work. And after a urine sample he said "it looks like you're pregnant". My heart sank. I think I temporarily lost oxygen to my brain. I looked down to see my phone vibrating in my hand; my boyfriend was calling, he had some intuition that something wasn't right. I was then sent to get a blood test to confirm how far along I was and received the tests a day or so later.

When I told my boyfriend, he too was shocked but supporitive. We are PRO- CHOICE. He even admitted to me that a few years before he had gotten a girl pregnant who also got an abortion. He said it was different this time around because it was with a girl whom he saw a future with.

We're both brought up in strict European backgrounds even though we are in our 20's. I am still in college, and my boyfriend still in the beginning stages of his career. We could not afford a child, our parents would never approve, we would be miserable, we would be on welfare in no time, we are young and still have growing up to do. These are reasons why we aborted. We had always had abortion as our "back up" plan so it was not a decision we pondered at all.

This was Friday, I had the abortion on the following Wednesday. My boyfriend increasingly became more and more supportive of my 'pregnancy' as time wore on. The day of the abortion I cried the whole way there. Yes, I will be honest and say that I felt bad that I was ending a pregnancy with a guy whom I'd be honoured to have his children. But more I was nervous (and embarrassed) about the medical aspect of the whole thing.

At the clinic my boyfriend waited with me as we waited for my name to be called. People in the waiting room must have that we were sickos or something because he kept saying and doing things to make me laugh. Finally my name was called and I briefly spoke to a counsellor and prepared for the procedure.

I remember being brought into the room by a VERY nice nurse. Then I laid down on the table and they did the ultrasound. I tried to look, I really was interested to see how my insides looked. In the meantime they gave me laughing gas and an injection of something that made me feel like I just did 10 shots of vodka. I actually started laughing because I felt drunk. Meanwhile the pain got more and more intense, the nurse kept reassuring me there was only a minute or two left because by this time I was in tears. The actual pain subsided about 20- 30 minutes later. I was given cookies, water, an ice pack and Tylenol.

When I was released back to my waiting boyfriend I felt relieved to have it over with. We were both relieved. I thought it would drastically change our relationship (for the worst) and he would think of me differently but that wasn't true at all. If anything, we are closer now then ever before.

I'm writing this story becuase I know they're are a lot of other women out there who was in my shoes. You're not alone, don't be afraid. I would love to have this man's children one day but now is not the right time. I want to get a degree, have a nice house, a good income and some money saved up. I also want a ring on my finger.

And that is why... I'm not sorry!