Doc appointment today. Nothing out of the ordinary and I’m as healthy as a horse. They were updating their record systems via computer so I got to answer an array of questions that I have never heard of on medical history forms before. It brings out the conspiracy theorist in me when I hear questions like:

Are you right or left handed?
What method of learning is most productive for you?

*raises eyebrows at the nurse in the bunny scrubs*

And then we get to the usual medical questions and the ones that always, always makes me cringe without fail are when they ask about your past pregnancies. Have you ever been pregnant before? How many times? Were they brought to term? Without fail these questions always shake me to the core with thoughts of abortion.

How I hate that word. What it is. The convenience. The scars and the years of pain it will bring to those involved.

Maybe it’s the fact that I myself am the product of a teenage pregnancy. Very few thoughts of abortion can go through my head without thanking God that my parents decided that I wasn’t a road block, I was a person they wanted to know. And even now comes to mind people I know, who are so vulnerable to fall into this temptation… precious people who I pray will never have to walk that line.

In a fast paced society of self promotion and zero responsibility, HOW do you give the silent ones a voice?

“I have also said that anyone who doesn’t feel sure whether we are talking about a human life should clearly give life the benefit of the doubt. If you don’t know if a body is dead or alive, you would never bury it. I think this consideration itself should be enough for all of us to insist on protecting the unborn.”  Ronald Reagan


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