Tough stuff, Gerard. Thanks for taking it on and dealing with it - as you deal with so many matters - so well.

A "trimester".

Three months.

Short of risk to the mother's life (or some major defect in the fetus, both in my opinion certainly justifiable for aborting the fetus), I don't think there's much of an excuse to not have a decision made within three months.

Do I or do I not want this child?

By the second trimester, there's usually very little doubt that you have a living human being inside of you.

By the third, we're talking horrible murder, no doubt about it.

Good God, it is soul shattering.

Wait! You mean it actually is a human being! But I thought it was just non-living non-human "tissue".

The reason why you never read, see or hear about those little arms and little legs is because they evoke exactly the emotional response all five of the people who read this post are having right now.

The reason why you never read, see or hear about those little arms and little legs is because they evoke exactly the emotional response all five of the people who read this post are having right now.

The sheer numbers of abortions signals catastrophic failure among human beings. Epic, catastrophic failure, in relations between women and men, in understanding sexuality, in being responsible for actions and their own lives. Failure. That's the only thing that comes to my mind when I hear the word abortion.

And people are really okay with it!! Breathtaking!

Is there a creature alive more selfish and arrogant, more attuned to nothing but the desires of it's own heart, more painted with conceit and entitlement than a modern American women?

"Keep your hands off my body!" they screech, when it is NOT their body in question but those growing innocently in protective enclosure of their wombs that deserves protection. Protection against murder by their own mothers.

"If you don't like abortion, don't get one!" is the famous sneer aimed a men-men-men and our innate yearning to thwart Barbie in her quest for eternal hot youth and her quota of cyootshoos. Because, uh, war on women. Or something.

"If you don't want a baby, don't have baby-making sex" say level-headed people grounded in principles that were forged from eons of experience instead of sprouting from minutes of television. "It's not that simple" leaps from the maw of the 9 year-old in a 30-something body. The common sense "Yes it is" clangs off those ears without penetrating to the brain. Our Bodies Our Selves. Every thing and every one else can kiss her ass. That'll show 'em.

Glenn, I remember seeing those pictures when I was in sixth grade. Raised Catholic, my Mother and many other women were picketing in front of our local community hospital, and some folks had an image of an abortion on their picket signs. Little arms and legs amidst what looked like bloody ground beef and assorted internal parts. I was old enough to judge by myself that abortion was horribly wrong. It wasn't propaganda that swayed me; it was reality.
It is reality.
The left likes to hide from it (reality in many forms, in fact), tries to justify it by saying that a fetus is not viable until it's outside the womb and breathing on it's own. (But there are many Kermit Gosnells who don't even care at that point either.)
The left can lie to themselves.
That's why it's so easy for the left to lie to the rest of us, all of the time about everything.

This is how we win the abortion debate, with honest stories by women who were mistaken about the stakes of the game. They may not admit they were mistaken, but they are speaking honestly about their experience and they are unsure. We just need the above passage to be at the end of the story instead of at the beginning.