Following the scan, I couldn't get it out of my mind. It was so incredibly surreal that after all of this time thinking I was infertile, there was a baby growing in my stomach. Of course it was nothing more than an embryo at this time, but still.
However, no matter how much that moment touched me and will stick in my head forever, I knew what I had to do and there was no other way about it. Whereas many may disagree with what I had decided, it didn't matter to me. It felt more cruel to bring a child into an unstable world than to abort it. All that mattered was how I felt about the situation, and Steve aswell.
I got an appointment back at my GP where I spoke to the same male doctor I had before. I told him I was 8 weeks pregnant, he explained the medical abortion would be the method I'd undergo, gave me a date for the Doctors and away I went.
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