I am a real American.

I am a real American. I live in Arizona with my husband and two cats. Our first child is due to be born around Christmas. The pregnancy was not planned, and with every day that passes I grow more grateful that I was able to make the choice to have my son, a choice I made of my own free will, not one the government forced upon me. Something so monumental should always be a choice.

And so it is, and so it always has been, and so it will be, regardless if Roe v. Wade is overturned. The overturning of that law will not save more fetuses. Instead, it will kill more women who are desperate enough to try to take the matter into their own hands.

And perhaps you think it is just, that a woman morally lax enough to become pregnant with a child she can't afford to care for, should die bleeding in her bathtub. And perhaps you are right. But ask yourself this: Do you think that Jesus would gaze into your judging heart and smile at what he sees? I think he would weep.

If all life is precious, then we cannot allow our government to make the sweeping statement that some lives are more precious than others. My son is a parasite. I am his host. He would die without my body to shelter him, without my blood to bring him oxygen. He would die without me. And I can tell you for a fact, having had a serious cancer scare early in my pregnancy, that in turn I would die if it meant I could save my unplanned, unborn son. I would die for him. That is my choice. Take away the choosing, and it loses all meaning.

I am pregnant. I am pro-choice. I am a real American.