I actually wrote all but one sentence of this before the Supreme Court decision leaked, for reasons that will become obvious… Six years ago, the calendar was just the same as it is this year. April 17th—the day I must have gotten pregnant—was a Sunday that year, too. And it was the Monday after Mother’s Day, six years ago today, that I took a pregnancy test alone, long before the sun came up. And May 14th will fall on a Saturday this year, just as it did when I traveled across state lines and got an abortion. Somehow—out of all the months I’d spun pregnancy scares out of thin air and unbroken condoms—that month I hadn’t worried.
A pregnancy has only the significance the woman gives it. If the woman wants the potential child, it is a wonderful time, full of excitement and hope. If she doesn't, it is a time of fear and hopelessness. No one should tell a woman how she should feel, or what to do, about that time in her life.
Beautiful writing as always.
To make a comment on this seems misplaced.
I will only say this: it made me cry.
A pregnancy has only the significance the woman gives it. If the woman wants the potential child, it is a wonderful time, full of excitement and hope. If she doesn't, it is a time of fear and hopelessness. No one should tell a woman how she should feel, or what to do, about that time in her life.
Poignant. Moving. Powerful. Heartbreaking.
Thank you for this Eliza.
You speak for many of us. Thank you.
This was beautiful & brave. Thank you.