Month 1 Mommy, I am only 8 incheslong,

but I have all my organs.

I lovethe sound of your voice.

Every time Ihear it,

I wave my arms and legs.

Thesound of your heart beat is myfavorite lullaby.

Month 2 Mommy, todayI learned how to suck my thumb.

If youcould see me, you could definitelytell that I am a baby.

I'm not bigenough to survive outside my homethough.

It is so nice and warm inhere.

Month 3 You know what Mommy, I'ma girl!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don'tlike it when you cry.

You sound sosad.

It makes me sad too,

and I crywith you even though you can't hearme.

Month 4 Mommy, my hair is startingto grow.

It is very short and fine,but I will have a lot of it.

I spend alot of my time exercising.

I can turnmy head and curl my fingers and toes,

and stretch my arms and legs.

I ambecoming quite good at it too.

Month 5You 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'sabortion?

Month 6 I can hear thatdoctor again.

I don't like him.

Heseems cold and heartless.

Something isintruding my home.

The doctor calledit a needle.

Mommy what is it? Itburns!

Please make him stop! I can'tget away from it! Mommy!!

HELP me!!

Month 7 Mommy, I am okay.

I am inJesus's arms. he is holding me.

Hetold me about abortion.

Why didn't youwant me, Mommy?

Every Abortion IsJust . . .

One more heart that wasstopped.

Two more eyes that will neversee.

Two more hands that will nevertouch.

Two more legs that will neverrun.

One more mouth that will neverspeak.