i help women meet their WANTED pregnancies every day.
in the last year, i’ve held a woman’s hand as she delivered the child she desperately wanted but who was never going to take a breath outside the womb, so she decided to do the merciful thing and stop the suffering
i’ve handed a baby to a woman who lost her last one at 35 weeks, for reasons we’ll never know
i’ve taken out the uterus of a woman who wanted more children, so that she wouldn’t bleed to death during the delivery of her child
and i’ve stood by a woman’s side while she lost her own life because of a pregnancy complication that was completely unavoidable
pregnancy is dangerous. things can turn at any instant.
so don’t you ever come at a woman and say she needs to carry a child to term. women die from pregnancy far FAR more often than they die from safe and legal abortions
asking a woman to give her life for a wanted pregnancy is horrible enough
asking her to give her life for an unwanted pregnancy is so much worse.
So I get home, right? My phone goes off and the caller id shows it’s my manager. I’m not… entirely happy about this (see: “I literally just got home”). I answer anyway, and there’s some weird static? I can’t get my manager to answer me and I start to worry.
I text her instead.
Her cat was fucking sitting on her phone and butt-dialed me. The ‘static’ I heard was him purring.
the only kind of catcalling that’s acceptable, quite frankly.
My favorite thing about this post is how so many people were ready to fucking throw a punch at catcallers (of the despicable sort). I’m proud of u all.