I've gone through an abortion. If I hadn't, I might've been a mommy like, next week.
Meh.
I was on hormonal birth control (depo provera) and my partner had had a vasectomy. Pregnancy didn't seem like a realistic outcome AT ALL, but once I discovered that my preiod was late, I took a home pregnancy test. It was positive. I took it again in a couple days, it was still positive. I went to Planned Parenthood and took yet another test, and that too was positive. I talked to the counselor there about my options, she gave me a book about being pregnant and the phone number to the woman's health clinic. I talked with my partner about our options. Now, I'm not in a relationship with this guy, it was just a one time thing. He was technically still married at the time, and has a kid in the 7-10 year old range. At first his reaction was very negative, "Can't be mine, I'm fixed" but I explained to him that I hadn't gotten laid in months before the incident, so there was not a doubt in my mind it was his. So he came around to being able to talk about it, and he said he supports whatever my decision is, but would rather terminate. I agreed. I was raised by an ISFJ who runs a daycare and has been bugging me for a grand child for some time, so it would be way too much drama if I were pregnant and gave her grandchild away

add in the fact that I'm not so financially stable, the sperm doner is even worse off, I don't take as good care of myself as I would like to be able to, I was uncertain about the potential effects of depo coming out of my system while pregnant, and the thought of another human living inside of my body being horrifying - I chose abortion.
My ENFP BFF came to the hospital with me, bought me plastic dinosaurs and a Jughead comic book from the gift shop to keep me entertained and hold my hand and carry around papers and moderate my water intake and be my cheerleader. It was awesome. When I got to the room where they had the group of women preparing for surgery, my friend and I had the staff laughing. I had been reffering to the embryo as "chee chee the panda" and singing "pandas must die" and I'm sure the other women thought I was terminating because I'm too crazy to be a mother. And then I got to be on valium. Surgery went well, I was still entertaining the staff through my dizzy slurring and groaning from cramps (induced labour sucks) and got an IUD installed (I no longer trust hormonal control at this point) and the whole point of my rambling about all of this, is that in the recovery room my buddy told me that I took the whole thing so much better than anyone else there. I have terrible hearing, so she told me that others were crying and being pitiful, and that I'm a fuggin CHAMPION.
I would totally go through it again if I had to, it was a good excuse to get a couple days off of work and not have a parasitic human monster living inside of my body. Don't be afraid of abortion ladies.