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Feel compelled to talk about choice today...
When I found out I was pregnant (at only six weeks, just after the ludicrously early time limit of legal abortion in the state of Georgia), I thought quite hard about the choice.  Could we?  Should we?  How would it actually f****** work with work?

When I was 2.5 months pregnant, sick as a dog, and fretting over whether a heartbeat was still inside me (yes I was hyper-hyperchondriac), I momentarily wondered if the choice would eliminate this anxiety.

When I was 4 months pregnant and traversing California on a road trip I thought to myself,  Not going to be doing this for a while.  The mind danced over a wistful lone thought of choice.

When I was 8 months pregnant, when my then-partner and I were going through a heavy life upheaval, that choice was no longer available to me.  I might have rued temporarily, more than I let on to those around me.  But... labour and wait, labour and wait.  Full steam ahead.

Three years on and heart and head is full of Nico but that doesn t stop nano-seconds of thinking about the choice I made.  They are faint twitches.  A tiny mind reflex that stems from mere whimsy rather than any real intent.

I feel so fortunate for that endless glut of opportunities for choice.  And the modicum of issues, quandaries, doubts I had/have pale INFINITELY in comparison to what other women have to contend with.  But even if they don t, every woman should still have complete agency over that choice.

P.S. Thanks to a pertinent reminder from comments, also acknowledging that the law regarding abortion in Northern Ireland is just as draconian and even more strict.  Fight goes on.

#Alabama #ProChoice #AbortionRights
Feel compelled to talk about choice today... When I found out I was pregnant (at only six weeks, just after the ludicrously early time limit of legal abortion in the state of Georgia), I thought quite hard about the choice. Could we? Should we? How would it actually f****** work with work? When I was 2.5 months pregnant, sick as a dog, and fretting over whether a heartbeat was still inside me (yes I was hyper-hyperchondriac), I momentarily wondered if the choice would eliminate this anxiety. When I was 4 months pregnant and traversing California on a road trip I thought to myself, Not going to be doing this for a while. The mind danced over a wistful lone thought of choice. When I was 8 months pregnant, when my then-partner and I were going through a heavy life upheaval, that choice was no longer available to me. I might have rued temporarily, more than I let on to those around me. But... labour and wait, labour and wait. Full steam ahead. Three years on and heart and head is full of Nico but that doesn t stop nano-seconds of thinking about the choice I made. They are faint twitches. A tiny mind reflex that stems from mere whimsy rather than any real intent. I feel so fortunate for that endless glut of opportunities for choice. And the modicum of issues, quandaries, doubts I had/have pale INFINITELY in comparison to what other women have to contend with. But even if they don t, every woman should still have complete agency over that choice. P.S. Thanks to a pertinent reminder from comments, also acknowledging that the law regarding abortion in Northern Ireland is just as draconian and even more strict. Fight goes on. #Alabama #ProChoice #AbortionRights

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