The way I see it, human nature presents a major obstacle for abortion-rights advocates. The fact is, everybody loves babies. At least we girls do, anyway. When I post pictures of babies here my average number of visitors triples for the day and I get flooded with emails from mushy mommies of every persuasion. Flannel blankets, miniature hats, and bitty booties have the power to reduce even the most sophisticated among us to a puddle of syrupy sentiment. No matter what her circumstances, something about a newborn picture melts a woman’s heart. It makes her ache to hold one and long to inhale the sweet, warm, unmistakable scent of a tiny infant.
Suddenly, my 3 month old Raphael seems soooooo big. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with that feeling I sometimes get when I watch my own little ones sleep in my arms–their tiny bodies bundled close to mine, their sweet breath against my neck. It’s intoxicating. At times like these I think: How could anyone not want dozens and dozens of these adorable creatures? Sorry, pro-choicers.