zygotes are not people. If they are very, very, very lucky, they might possibly become people some day. I just wish more lawmakers would worry about people, rather than parasitic clumps of dividing cells, and little alienoid blobs that may or may not be welcome in the bodies of their hostesses. A fetus is just a thing, unless someone related to it loves it, as far as I am concerned, and even then, that little fetus has nowhere near the significance of the volition and/or well-being of its hostess. Where are the lawmakers who want to fight for the lives of the fully viable human beings who perform abortions and other medical procedures for other fully viable, functioning humans? How can the hypocrisy of anti-abortion legislation that makes it possible that innocent women will be sentenced to death be sneaking by us so quietly in GA (thanks for the terrifying link, 1kmb1)? What is wrong with people?
Coming back to the OP here, I just keep thinking it could easily happen to me. I don't menstruate monthly. I do get cramps and water bloat almost every month. When I do menstruate, sometimes it pours out like Vesuvius, and sometimes it's little tiny droplets and the odd clump. My medication nauseates me. Sometimes my hair and nails grow exponentially. Sometimes my hair falls out, and my nails don't grow. Sometimes I wonder if I have ever had a miscarriage and not known. I had unprotected sex 8-12 times a week for a few years. It is possible I wasn't fertile. My endocrine system is jacked up. I'm fertile now though, and sometimes when we drink, my husband and I start out our sex without condoms. It is possible, unlikely, but possible for me to get pregnant. I wouldn't know unless I started to show. And with my body type, and history of weight-loss and weight gain, I'd just pull out my fat clothes and maybe not even think about the possibility of pregnancy. I'd think I was getting my apple shape back. I'd probably cut my calories to the bone and run farther.
I drink 4-6 alcoholic beverages weekly. Hard liquor and beer. I tobacco smoke from a hookah twice a month. I plead the 5th on whether or not it is true that I smoke pot at least once every month. I consume large quantities of caffeine daily. I do a resistance routine of push-ups, negatives, dips, crunches, twists, and squats thrice weekly. my cardio routine includes easy three mile jogs, and intense one mile sprints. I have a yoga routine that is wholly inappropriate for a pregnant woman. I spend hours at a time in hot tubs despite the 15 minute warning. I take cold showers on hot days. I eat raw fish weekly, as well as sliced cheese daily. I sleep on my belly. I also let my 26 pound dog sleep on my belly.
I am a walking miscarriage, I'm sure of it. I do every thing a preggo isn't supposed to. I will stop when I want a child, or become aware of a pregnancy. But who knows what would happen to me if I had to have a dead fetus removed, or if one suddenly appeared in the toilet?
I wonder if I need a new country. The lefties are always trying to get my guns, and the righties are always trying to control my baby factory- I mean body- no, I was clearly right the first time, baby factory. Every time I meet who I think are nice, normal, paranoid centrists like my husband and I, they usually turn out to have a lot of white supremacist friends. So that just doesn't work. blech.