month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound
of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of
your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
BULL. SHIT. A four-week embryo is NOT eight inches long and does NOT have all its organs. It’s actually only the size of a poppy seed. No infant can talk, so what makes you think an embryo can?
month 2Mommy, 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.
No, “mommy”, you could not, since this is a picture of an eight week human embryo, which does not even have a thumb to suck. And a fetus still cannot talk.
month 3
You know what Mommy, I’m a girl!! 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.
No matter how you try, a fetus will still not be able to talk, not even at twelve weeks. It sure as hell can’t understand complex or even simple emotion, either, since at this stage, synapses are only just beginning to form.
month 4Mommy, 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 arms and legs. I am becoming
quite good at it too.
No, it actually does not have hair. It also probably can’t turn its head since it’s only just becoming erect at this stage. Some fetuses can kick at this stage, but that’s not exercise. It also certainly cannot flex its fingers and toes.
month 5
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. I can hear you and I
know I love you. Mommy, what’s an abortion?
Well… it’s not a baby. It’s a fetus still. And for fuck’s sake, it can’t even hear for three more weeks. Even then, it’s not going to understand language in any sense.
month 6
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!! Mommy, please make it stop Mommy!! I’m sorry Mommy! Make it stop!
Please make it stop!!!…
At month six, I assure you the abortion wasn’t elective, just so you know. This would be around 21 weeks, after which point only 1.5% of abortions are actually performed. And they’re virtually always because of a medical emergency after a very wanted pregnancy.
month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus’s arms. He is holding me. He told
me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?
[Image: a doodle of a stick figure with an unamused face with the caption, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME”. End description.]
Take your religious emotional manipulation and shove it where the sun don’t shine, please.
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
But… your entire bullshit narrative showed this “baby” seeing, touching, and speaking. Make up your mind.
#sad story my ass. This is emotionally manipulative propaganda, nothing more. Not to mention it’s completely factually inaccurate. Fetuses and embryos cannot talk, a fetus isn’t aborted after six months “just ‘cause”, you clearly have no understanding of human fetal development whatsoever, and I certainly don’t want Jesus anywhere near my uterus.
