My Husband Is Infertile, But I'm Pregnant

No sooner had Mom left than I asked the doctor about terminating the pregnancy.

It wasn't easy conceiving this baby, but I knew I couldn't keep it.

A child should be a bond between loving parents, not just a tether to a troubled marriage.

Steve clearly isn't husband material, and I've lost all desire to continue this facade with him.

It's better to end things now, before any deeper attachments form, than to regret bringing a child into this mess.

Moreover, I can't guarantee I won't resent the child after it's born. If I'm not ready to love unconditionally from the start, it's better not to bring a child into the world.

That's fairer to both of us.

"Mrs. Dickens, are you sure about the abortion? Given you and your husband's fertility issues, this might be your only chance at a child."

"I ended up in this hospital because of that man. You think I want to carry his child after all he's done?"

The doctor tried to persuade me again, but I was having none of it. Impatiently, I went to register with another doctor.

I forgot to tell the nurse not to book a specialist—I'd seen every OB-GYN specialist here while trying to conceive.

The general practitioner I ended up with didn't pry about my decision to have an abortion, just offered some advice.

"Given your condition, maybe we should schedule the procedure for just before your discharge. That way, you can head straight home afterward."

I nodded, accepting the suggestion.

My condition wasn't ideal for an abortion right now, and since early-term abortions are less risky, waiting a bit seemed wise.