Hi, I've had a baby I wanted and planned for, I've loved him and taught him and raised him and argued for him and with him, and his father and I are about to see him leave town to go from local college to university at the end of this month.

When his father and I hadn't been dating very long, my period was late, and in 1980 I was afraid my life was ruined. The blood test said I was pregnant, and the paperwork took a long time to arrange for the abortion, but I had a miscarriage while I was waiting. Now tell me how I would have felt less happy and relieved after an abortion than I was at that wonderful happy miscarriage!

After I had my son, I used an IUD for birth control for years. It's possible that every month a fertilized egg never implanted in my uterus because of a choice I made to use that method. I did not murder babies. I know what babies are. I know what fertilized ovums are. I know what blastocysts are. (They are hollow balls of cells, the next developmental stage) We can go on, and debate when life begins, like the Catholic church, who once decided that life began when movement of the fetus in the womb could be felt, but the most important part is, when an embryo is in my body, cannot live outside my body, and poses an innate risk to my life and health by continuing to grow in my body, my body is mine to control, not yours or your rules to control.

God bless you all