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I have something to say about this fucking shit that's been passed around on the Internet since it started.


Hi Mommy!

Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few
weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.
Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got
beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I
will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me
your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we
have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to
be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t
wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was
perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I
will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.

Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about
me! …He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that
you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand
yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did
something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay… but I was very sad
for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It
doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I
do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you… why would he hurt you? I
don’t like it, Mommy.

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and
you’re so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,
and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m
happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait
and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your
hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love
you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting
funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t
know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to
protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good
person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want
us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy?

You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or
touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I
still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug
me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do
that when you’re awake, any more?

I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me? We’re going
somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a
hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait.

…Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t
know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think
something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It
feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They
told me what you did, and they said it’s called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you
get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something
wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why
don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want
to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say
you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and
see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don’t want to be here, I
want you to love me again! I’m really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!

I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

If you’re against abortion, reblog.

Okay, first of all, whoever the fuck came up with this shit needs to stop taking so much fucking acid, or whatever else they're on! Not only is it fucking creepy, it makes me that much more terrified of pregnancy.

Okay, now that I got that out of the way, I'm going to discuss this with a rational mind.. hopefully.

Anytime I see this stupid "letter", I can't help but think that whoever wrote this was not thinking much.

It's apparently a talking, thinking, feeling fetus. Need I say more?!

The guilt trip laid out in this "letter" is also just shameful, and downright inconsiderate.

This letter is just about as bad as this:


Now, if you're anything like me, you would take into consideration all of the women who have miscarried wanted pregnancies, have had to abort due to a severe fetal anomaly, or even the mother's health and those who abort because they do not want to be pregnant for a variety of other reasons. I don't understand how anti-choicers only view women who abort as some sluts who don't ever want to have kids and just skip right over to an abortion clinic every few months for an abortion. Who the fuck thinks like that!? I know abortion wasn't rainbows and flowers for me- it was painful, expensive and something I never want to do again unless I have no choice!

But the total disregard for women who have to abort wanted pregnancies is beyond shameful in my eyes. I have seen anti-choicers tell women who have been in situations where they HAD to terminate because they were dying that those women should have died as well, or wished infertility on them. For someone to claim to be Pro-Life, they sure aren't anywhere close!

Now, I would like to break down the quote I posted. I did a Google search for the word "unpregnant" and all it came up with is a Wikipedia "definition" which states this:

Definition for unpregnant:
Web definitions:   
Pregnancy is the carrying of one or more offspring, known as a fetus or embryo, inside the womb of a female. In a pregnancy, there can be multiple gestations, as in the case of twins or triplets. Human pregnancy is the most studied of all mammalian pregnancies. ...
And if you follow the link, it takes you to Wikipedia page about "Pregnancy", not "Unpregnancy". Not one dictionary source recognizes "unpregnant" as an actual word.

Moving on, when you look up the word "mother" and see the definition, this is what is says:

Noun:     A woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth.
Verb:    Bring up (a child) with care and affection: "the art of mothering".
mama - mamma - parent - mom - ma - mum - mummy
So that means, you technically aren't a "mother" while you are pregnant.
I also Googled the term "parent", since it applies, and this is what it said:
A father or mother.
Be or act as a mother or father to (someone).
father - origin - mother recognizes "mother" as this:
moth·er1    [muhth-er]  Show IPA
1. a female parent.
2. ( often initial capital letter ) one's female parent.
3. a mother-in-law, stepmother, or adoptive mother.
4. a term of address for a female parent or a woman having or regarded as having the status, function, or authority of a female parent.
5. a term of familiar address for an old or elderly woman.
So it all comes down to the fact that a mother is someone who birthed a child. Now, I know adoptive parents don't give birth to their adopted kids, but they are still parents, which is why I also included the definition.

So by these terms, you cannot be a mother and at the same time have an abortion if you don't have any other children.

Now we get to the last part of the quote. The "baby". Yes, the word "baby". It does not describe just one "thing". So let's Google the word "baby" and see the results. We come up with a few definitions so I will post all of them:

ba·by   [bey-bee]  Show IPA noun, plural ba·bies, adjective, verb, ba·bied, ba·by·ing.
1. an infant or very young child.
2. a newborn or very young animal.
3. the youngest member of a family, group, etc.
4. an immature or childish person.
5. a human fetus.

7. of or suitable for a baby: baby clothes.
8. of or like a baby; infantile: baby skin.
9. small; comparatively little: a baby car.
10. treating babies: a baby doctor.

verb (used with object)
11. to treat like a young child; pamper.
12. to handle or use with special care; treat gently.

Here's another definition of "baby":
baby  (ˈbeɪbɪ)

— n  , pl -bies
1.    a. a newborn or recently born child; infant
     b. ( as modifier ): baby food
2.    an unborn child; fetus
3.    the youngest or smallest of a family or group
4.    a. a newborn or recently born animal
     b. ( as modifier ): baby rabbits
5.    derogatory usually  an immature person
6.    slang  a young woman or sweetheart: often used as a term of address expressing affection
7.    a project of personal concern
8.    be left holding the baby  to be left with the responsibility
9.    throw the baby out with the bath water  to lose the essential element by indiscriminate rejection

— adj
10.    ( prenominal ) comparatively small of its type: a baby car

— vb  , -bies , -bies , -bying , -bied
11.    to treat with love and attention
12.    to treat (someone) like a baby; pamper or overprotect

And one more:
ba·by  (bb)
n. pl. ba·bies
a. A very young child; an infant.
b. An unborn child; a fetus.
c. The youngest member of a family or group.
d. A very young animal.

2. An adult or young person who behaves in an infantile way.
3. Slang A girl or young woman.
4. Informal Sweetheart; dear. Used as a term of endearment.
5. Slang An object of personal concern or interest: Keeping the boat in good repair is your baby.

adj. bab·i·er, bab·i·est
1. Of or having to do with a baby.
2. Infantile or childish.
3. Small in comparison with others of the same kind: baby vegetables.
tr.v. ba·bied, ba·by·ing, ba·bies
To pamper like a baby; coddle.

So as you can see, you can call pretty much anything you care about as your "baby" even an actual baby.

I prefer to call them fetuses while they are still in the womb though:

An unborn or unhatched offspring of a mammal, in particular an unborn human baby more than eight weeks after conception.
Now, I'd like to come back to the "baby" thing. I call my fiancee "baby", but does it make him a baby? No, of course not! I call my 42 inch flat screen our baby, but obviously, I don't breastfeed it or change its diaper every day. My mom still calls me her baby as well, but obviously I'm not one. So the entire quote is just a jumbled fucking mess! It's inconsiderate and downright awful to those who wanted the pregnancies and just plain silly and ineffective to those who do not.

So who are Anti-Choicers really trying to hurt with these fetus letters, obnoxious quotes and photos of late term or miscarried fetuses?

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