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I Can't Do It?
I stared at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief. Just four months after giving birth to my Ava, I can't be expecting again!
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can consider.
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can consider.
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