For those of you that heard that we are expecting our second baby sometime in May, you may have also heard that I am only 7-8 weeks along. (I have my first ultrasound on the 16th to confirm the date) Upon hearing that, some of you may think, “Wow, you jumped the gun on telling people. Shouldn’t you wait until you’re past 12 weeks along in case you miscarry?” Let me explain…
Yes, we jumped the gun.
But we did so because we believe that life begins at conception. If we believe that life begins at conception, then this tiny human the size of a blueberry, matters. Even if we miscarry.
A few weeks back, I read an article about one of the Duggar girls (I have no idea which one since there about 15 of them) announcing her pregnancy well before the 12-week mark. When asked by the media why she would do that, she simply stated that she believed that life begins at conception, and life should be celebrated regardless. I was a little taken aback since I had never looked at it this way. That started me reading blog post after blog post about this stance and I couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree her. (Read her statement here from US Weekly)
If you are pro-life, then you must be pro-life from the very beginning. It doesn’t begin at 12 weeks, when society considers the pregnancy “safe”, it begins at day 1. One blog that I read even stated that “miscarriage” is a dangerous word because most women who miscarry mourn in silence and move forward quietly as if it never happened. There is no funeral for this lost life. There is no memorial service. There is no gravesite to weep at. And you are considered odd if you do anything other than get over it quickly.
I am fully aware that making the statement that life matters or that life begins at conception is borderline heresy to the world. It is not a socially acceptable statement, nor is is widely believed. But I believe in it. I carried my son for 9 months, and there is no denying the movements, the feelings I felt, or the heartbeat I listened to as early as 6 weeks. He was never just tissue. He was my baby from day 1. This child that is growing as we speak, will not be viewed any differently.
All that to say, if we miscarry, and I pray daily for the health and safety of this tiny life, people will have known he or she existed. This baby will have had weight in this world even if they were never cuddled and kissed. We will celebrate life as we experience it, and there is no shame in that! I embrace this pregnancy just as I did with my first, and I will not let this world tell me when it’s “safe” to acknowledge it. The world does not define me.