Yesterday Dr. Tiller of Witchita, Kansas, was murdered. This was the third time he'd been attacked by the anti-choice movement with either a bomb or guns. He was one of the only western Kansas abortion providers, and ran his clinic single-handedly.

I've been through abortion, and am so grateful for the services being legal for me in our state. I am grateful to the kind staff members who held my hand and counseled me. I had to drive an hour to get there on three different days, and miss several days of work. I had enough money to pay for the procedure and gas and lunch afterwards. How will Kansas women who live too far from Kansas City acquire these things? I don't know, but my heart is breaking for them.

I am especially grateful that you are wanted and loved so much already.

Gravity

When I lie on my back, I can feel you pressing on my organs. You seem to heavy. When I wake up in the morning, I'm gently rounded. By the end of the day, you've shifted enough to make my belly protrude in a torpedo-like fashion! When I walk around for a while, go shopping, or clean the house, you move downward and press against my pelvis.

I can't believe your weight will more than triple in the next 12 weeks. But you're worth it. ;)

Week 28

Last night I pushed on my belly and felt you push against my hand. I can't believe how strong you've become! Your dad is away this week, but I'm excited for him to feel it. Sometimes I watch my stomach and see you rolling around inside. You're the size of an eggplant, but I remember when you were only a poppy seed. Now you are a real little person, with a personality I can sense. You don't like to be squashed when I lie on my side. You jump if you hear a loud noise. You relax when your dad's big warm hands are on my belly.

I keep rearranging the furniture in your room. I worry whether or not you'll like it. I worry that the fabric in your clothing won't be soft enough or warm enough. I keep looking for hats to keep your head warm, but I can't find any that are good enough for you.