MONTH ONE:
Mommy, I am only
4 inches long,
but I have all
my organs. I
love the sound
of your voice.
The sound of your
heart beat is my
favorite lullaby.
MONTH TWO:
Mommy, Today
I learned how
to suck my thumb.
If you could see
me, you could
definitely tell
that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough
to survive outside
my home, though.
It is so nice and
warm in here.
MONTH THREE:
You know what,
Mommy? I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes
you happy. I always
want you to be happy.
I don't like it when
you cry. You sound
so sad. It makes me
sad, too, and I
cry with you even
though you can't
hear me.
MONTH FOUR:
Mommy, my hair
is starting to
grow. It is
very short and
fine, but I will
have a lot of
it. I spend a
lot of my time
exercising. I can
turn my head and
curl my fingers and
toes and stretch my a
rms and legs. I am
becoming quite
good at it, too.
MONTH FIVE:
You went to the
doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to
you. He said that
I'm not a baby.
I am a baby,
Mommy... your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
MONTH SIX: I can hear
that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and
heartless. Something
is intruding my home.
The doctor called
it a needle. Mommy
what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from
it! Mommy! HELP me!
MONTH SEVEN:
Mommy, I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about
abortion. Why didn't
you want me, 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,
put this in your profile
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