One of the many things I used to argue with my ex boyfriend about, was whether or not a woman should have to consult with the father of her baby before aborting her child.

Of course, my view was ABSOLUTELY NOT. That embryo would be occupying my body and only I would have a say in it's fate.

He disagreed wholeheartedly. His POV was that since he had a hand in creating the life, he should have a say in whether or not it's aborted. Knowing my intention to remain CF for life, his argument was that if I ever became pregnant with his child, rather than me aborting it, he would want me to carry the baby to term so HE could raise it.

YEAH RIGHT. He's barely home enough to be a "father" to his puppy who has to stay in his cage all day! Ugh.

Anyway, as I told him, that's all noble and fine as far as intentions go, but goddammit, that still leaves me with the wretched burden of carrying the baby for almost a full calendar year. And let's not forget that doesn't go off without a hitch or come with no side effects.

This entails me being frequently sick, likely very uncomfortable, and having to change my every way of life. No more coming home to a few mudslides after a shit day at work! No more sleeping on my stomach. Oh and no more going out to meet hot guys of flirting at the grocery store! Who's gonna flirt with a pregnant bitch?

No more changing the kitty litter because apparently pregnant women can be adversely affected by toxoplasmosis which is carried by cats and passed in their feces.

Hello, I have two cats. I'm sure I could count on his ass to come and change the litter box every day.

NOT!

And let's not forget the millions of doctor appointments and co-pays that come along with pregnancy.

So, the whole argument of "carry the baby to term and I'll raise it", is bullshit as far as I'm concerned.

Also, what happens if he punks out when the kid gets here? What if he gets "scared" like so many men facing the prospect of fatherhood do? I am stuck with a baby I didn't fucking want. A baby I sacrificed my body for. My boobs will never be full, round, and perky ever again! Bottom line, here I am stuck with a baby I wasted nine months of my freedom for who's father wussed out of raising it.

Do you know how much I would resent not only my boyfriend, but the baby as well? How fucked up of a situation would that be? And then having to give the kid up for adoption knowing full well that as a Black child, people are not exactly going to be clamoring to adopt it.

I'm sorry but no. I'd never, ever put myself in that situation. Just because men can take credit for helping to create an embryo, doesn't mean they have a right to determine it's fate. Until the day comes where medical technology can transfer that life from my body to yours for YOU to carry, YOU HAVE NO SAY.

What are your thoughts on this guys? I hope you'll share them because I have a subject related to this to post about next and when that topic was eluded to in the past, some of you disagreed with my take on it and it's actually related to this! So post away in the comments and let's see where this goes.