I'm waiting for my abortion appointment on October 14. Should I keep waiting?

I would say that the delay is an opportunity to avoid going through with it. Whatever it is that has you thinking abortion is your only option, you have additional time to find people who will help you to address those problems. I once thought I needed an abortion, but a clearer-thinking friend saw that what I needed was to move to a better neighborhood where it would be cheaper to live. A woman in Florida thought she needed an abortion because her house was about to be foreclosed on and she didn't want to risk becoming homeless with her three already-born children; a local pregnancy resource center managed to quickly raise enough money to get her mortgage out of arrears with plenty leftover to pay the bills, PLUS she got hooked up with new friends who will always be supportive of her. A woman who feared her abusive ex was literally rescued by two women who flew in from out of state to escort her (at a nonprofit's expense) to a safe haven in yet another state with a family member whose location the abusive ex didn't know.

There are people and organizations out there who would love to help you to discover the unexpected joy that can come with an unexpected pregnancy.

Did you sleep through conception? No? Then you should stay awake during abrotion.

I don't know what difficult circumstances have brought you to this place but I have compassion for whatever it is that you face. I empathize with you. Having your cervix dilated does not hurt. The abortion should not be physically painful either. However there is the emotional/ spiritual/ mental aspect of that that is going to hurt worse than any physical pain ever could. I lost my second baby to miscarriage and there was nothing in the world that I would not have done, no pain I would not have endured to bring my baby back to life into my arms. I would like to encourage you through this rough patch and to help you to make a fully informed decision. My first child was conceived out of wedlock. It was not ideal. I had a lot fears. Some of my fears were unfounded, some of them were consistent with the reality that I faced, a reality that I was not quite ready for. I feared most of all peoples reactions to the fact that I a professed Christian virgin who had saved herself for her wedding day was fornicating. I remember when I first found out. I wanted to hide it. Pregnancy meant that I could not hide my sin any longer. I was forced to be real with who I was and what I had done. There were people who called me whore behind my back and to my face. I was asked if I knew who the father was and he was asked if he was certain it was his. The truth is that gossipers will always gossip as long as they can find something to gossip about and I gave them something huge. The ironic part of it all was that I had been very careful which males I had let myself be seen alone in the presence of because I knew I was in this atmosphere that was a tinderbox that would destroy a female's reputation in a heartbeat. At that point in time I had had sex with a total of two guys in my entire life, one being my ex-fiancee, whom no one had ever seen because of the secretive nature of our engagement, he was the wrong rank and it was the military, we could both face a possible reduction in rank. The other guy was my best friend three months after my relationship with my ex-fiancee had ended. We had plans to get married, a wedding date and all. The chapel had been reserved, We had a marriage license, he was just waiting till he could afford the ring to make our engagement official. He was a recluse, I wouldn’t realize it till 7 years after our wedding but his has major social anxiety disorder so he was actually too afraid to ask. The gossipers did not care, I was the novelty of the month and it was my turn to roast over the fire. Through that experience I learned that as long as I am happy with me and I am right with God, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about me. I am the only one who can bring myself honor or shame no matter how others feel about me. I was kicked out of my position as a Sunday school teacher and I was not allowed back even after I got married. I was worried about school. I had my associates but had always dreamed of getting my bachelors. Honestly, school was rough I was pregnant my first semester and had a 2 year old and 5 month old when I did go back but I finally get my Bachelor’s this past May. I hope to have the chance to go back after my husband finishes the degree that he just started on but we are taking turns as it seems to be what works best for our family. I was worried about my career. I had just decided that I liked where I was in life and I was excited about staying in the military for a full 30 and retiring out of it. I know some women who are in and have multiple children but they are typically divided in their loyalties and are unable to spend as much time with their children as they would like. I did end up making the choice of family over military and I do regret it at times but I think that I would regret it more if I had chosen the military over my children. I love my country and I love my family but anyone could replace me as a Marine but no one can replace me as a mom. I was afraid for some reason of being abandoned, like my fiancee would leave me just because I was having his child. Crazy fear. I was also afraid that he would be with me because he felt obligated to, not because he wanted to. Abortion is a response to fear. Fear is a strong emotion connected to temporary circumstances. I have found that when I make permanent decisions based on temporary circumstances I usually regret it. When the test said positive It felt like my world stopped spinning all of a sudden. Time stopped. I couldn’t believe it. I was terrified. The next words out of my mouth were. “I guess it is time to make this official before my Dad finds out and decides to kill you.” And he got down on one knee in that icky grey military barracks bathroom that doubled as a fallout shelter during the cold war and asked me to be his wife. No ring, flowers, music, or scenery. And proposed and then because he has major social anxiety disorder he actually went into a state of fugue and has no memory of the promises that he made after, but I thought that he did because I did not know. So when he failed to marry me after I got back from my holiday trip that weekend as he had promised I was terrified that he was backing out and I was going to be a single mom. I couldn’t really do it on my own and he had orders coming up and was moving to the opposite coast. It would be a lot easier if I miscarried the baby. So I started to pray for a miscarriage. And three weeks later the bleeding started. That’s when I really knew that I didn’t want my baby die. For a moment when I just found out about the pregnancy the word abortion had raced through my mind. Babies complicate life and I wasn’t ready for my life to be complicated. Well after hours of waiting and then being transferred from a military hospital to a civilian hospital out in town. They wouldn’t let him in with me because we weren’t married. It’s like society wants to punish pregnant woman even more. Even in the Bible pregnancy was never a crime. Premarital sex was but pregnancy was not. So I was all alone in this hospital gurney, wearing an icky hospital gown that showed my butt off to the world. But then came the happiest news of my life. She was safe. I was 8 weeks at that point. Bleeding heavy red blood and she was okay. I saw her on the screen, the blood shown in bright red. I could see her heart pumping. At the time I didn’t she was a her. But I saw her heart pump blood and I was so, so happy. I had this huge cysts on my uterus right next to where her cord attached, and her cord was so small that if the cyst popped her cord would pop too. And I cried, I cried because I was so happy that she was alive and I cried because they said I might lose her and if I lost her I would lose my own heart. There I was 4 weeks after thinking the word abortion and the only thing in the world that mattered was that my baby lived. And now she is 7 and is in school but for 6 hours in December of 2007 it felt like my whole world was going to end when the baby that I didn’t want, the baby that I wasn’t ready for was going to die. I don’t care if it was rape. I have been raped (it was the ex-fiance). The child is not the rapist. I don’t care if it was incest. The child is not the one who did the incest. I don’t care if your child has a disability, a lot of the time doctors are wrong. They told me she would have down syndrome, they were wrong, I don’t care if your own life if on the line. The value of the life of the parent is equal to the value of the life of the child both risks need to be simultaneously managed but a parent should protect her child before herself, always, I had a life threatening pregnancy with my last baby which is why my tubes are now tied. You don’t kill one person because you don’t know if the other is going to make it, you try to preserve both lives. You don’t kill a child just because dad isn’t going to hang around. Once you start considering the life of your child of equal worth to your own and treating your baby as you would want to be treated you don’t consider abortion and if it is tubal between 40%-50% of tubal pregnancies are misdiagnosed. (http://www.aafp.org/afp/2000/0215/p1080.html)and babies have been known to have been born from them survive and become healthy adults. http://www.personhoodinitiative.com/ectopic-person...

If it is poverty, you can overcome poverty and if you just don’t want to be a mom and never wanted to be your mom and hate you kid then give your baby up for adoption but abortion is the unnecessary ending of the life of another human being. Yes birth hurts but you are here so you know someone valued you and loved you enough to give you life. The pain comes in waves you don’t handle one moment till the last moment is over. I get why you would consider abortion but that doesn’t make it right. The most difficult things in life are the ones that mean the most. Like marriage, college with babies, military service, and being a mother. Don’t skimp out now or you will live with this guilt for the rest of your life.