I always find it interesting when I go out with my son. I can’t walk with him for longer than 5 minutes before he is complimented for how cute he is and I’m asked how’s it feel to be a mom. When
I was pregnant, there was no shortage of awe from strangers and family members that I was growing a tiny human in my womb. We wondered about what sex he would be, how he would look, what he
would sound like, and what his personality would be like.
So how do we jump from being in awe at the pending arrival of a baby to the “My Body, My Choice”