Thursday, February 12, 2009

Cute little aliens...

What had once been four tiny circles on a screen had become four active babies. They were tiny. They were small on the screen, which had the power to magnify them greatly for our viewing pleasure, and in reality much, much smaller. I hate when Pro-Abortion groups try to de-humanize human embryos. Even though most women do not get to see their babies' activity as early as I did, this does not change the fact that a baby is alive (from conception). One can argue for the 'mother's health,' and mine was certainly in danger. But, that does not change the fact that I had four flipping, jolting, tugging miracles up to all kinds of fun inside of me. Each were tucked inside their own sack and they were growing. Their arms and legs were small, but growing rapidly. They took on a sort of alien-like shape, but they were still pretty cute to me. And they got names: Baby A, Baby B, Baby C, and Baby D. Baby A resided on the left side of my body, Baby B on the right side, Baby C chilled in my upper abdomen, and Baby D was sandwiched somewhere in the middle. They had plenty of room at the time, but before too long, would be up close and personal with one another.

I was told to eat. WOW! They even gave me a deadline: Twenty Pounds, Six Weeks. I laughed at the notion that I could possibly gain that much weight in such a short time. My doctor told me to have seconds, have dessert, and have anything else in between that I wanted. As a woman, bound by society's rules for body image, I was a bit scared and yet quite liberated. Someone was actually telling me to get fat. I knew the task at hand would probably be quite enjoyable. So, I set out to "please my doctor!" She would certainly be proud of my effort even if I couldn't gain that much weight THAT fast. If only I knew...

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