6 Weeks, Little Dot

I got pregnant when my second son was two years old (he’s four now). I had an IUD placed during my c-section and it failed me. I’ve always wanted a girl very badly, but I got two boys. They are great, but not what I envisioned. This could have been my girl. But I wasn’t ready to uproot my career, family, body, and mental health for a chance to have a daughter. I named the embryo “Dot” and I went to get it taken out of me. It was easy physically and I drove through protesters. I think of her every time I see the name “Dot” or “Dotty” or sometimes “Dorothy.” I’m thankful I had the choice I did and that it was safe and affordable to me.