Month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but Ihave all my organs.
I love the soundof your voice. Every time I hear it, Iwave my arms and legs.
The sound ofyour heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to suck mythumb.
If you could see me, you coulddefinitely tell that I am a baby.
I'mnot big enough to survive outside myhome though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month 3
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!!
I hope that makes you happy. I alwayswant you to be happy.
I don't like itwhen you cry. You sound so sad. Itmakes me sad too,
and I cry with youeven though you can't hear me.

Month 4
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. Itis very short and fine,
but I willhave a lot of it. I spend a lot of mytime exercising.
I can turn my headand curl my fingers and toes, andstretch my arms and legs.
I ambecoming quite good at it too.

Month 5
You went to the doctor today. Mommy,he lied to you.
He said that I'm not ababy. I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
Ithink and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month 6
I can hear that doctor again. I don'tlike him.
He seems cold and heartless.Something is intruding my home.
Thedoctor called it a needle. Mommy whatis it?
It burns! Please make him stop!I can't get away from it!
Mommy!! HELP me!!

Month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus'sarms.
he is holding me. He told meabout abortion.
Why didn't you wantme, Mommy?
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.