Please read Jena La Flamme’s latest on FB. I am absolutely sick to my stomach and I am Pro-Choice. She is a disgusting individual & despite what she wrote and how much woo speak she can roll into it, she will live to regret what she did for the rest of her life. She is MENTAL!!!!
Jena la Flamme is with Julia Allison and 97 others.
~ I would be 40 weeks pregnant – my abortion story ~
It’s been raining all day, as if a river was pouring from the sky, a perfect day to write about release and letting go, fertility and rebirth. If I had not had an abortion, I would be 40 weeks pregnant now. My due date would’ve be this Sunday, a sunny day in May with wildflowers blooming in California where I live.
If someone had told me I’d have an abortion at 40, I’d never have believed them, yet this is my journey. This is my choice. It’s cathartic to reveal a personal story like this, one that exposes a topic we’ve been conditioned to feel ashamed of. I informed my mother I’d be sharing this story publicly and she said, “do you really need to tell everyone?” My answer is “yes.” For my own healing, and for the liberation of all women—all the more so in our current political environment that’s nurturing anti-abortion extremism and writing the removal women’s rights into the law—this is a story I must tell.
How it happened is full of poetry and poignancy.
I’d been recently reunited with my divine husband, after a summer apart. Gleefully, we set off Burning Man in our RV called “Dustiny,” to make art and wild love together, at the most magical festival on the planet.
Let this be known—I would love to have a child with him—my greatest lover, the living god to my goddess. I’m a romantic, and I believe in true love, and I love him with every fiber of my being. My conscious prayer to the Universe—in the cauldron of dreams that is Burning Man—was for fertility for years to come, to give us time, without rushing, to be ready to fuse DNA and create consciousness together. A consciousness that’s half him and half me—the most romantic project of all. As relative newlyweds, I figured it would take us a couple of years to get settled and prepared for an undertaking as grand as having a child.
I had just turned 40, that age by which I thought I’d surely have a child. I’d always been drawn to having a child later in the game, as I’m such a lover of the freedom of childless living, and imagined 39 would be my year to conceive. However, for a year my period had reduced to only 2 days of flow. I’d begun to fear that my fertility might be waning. I didn’t feel ready, but how much longer could I wait?
Concerned, I consulted my acupuncturist who told me I was plenty fertile, and just needed to drink bone broth every day to build my blood to make my period longer. I believed her, but didn’t see any harm in praying for a long and luscious window of fertility.
Little did I realize in the moment, that the night I was praying intently for my fertility, was the night I got pregnant. They say prayers are answered, and it’s true I was praying for a child… just not now! I was practicing Fertility Awareness Method, tracking my cycle as I have reliably for many years. Yet, as the story goes, there at Burning Man, unplugged from my calendar, I made a mistake in my tracking. Basically my mind was on holiday and my body took over, and so I conceived, all the while thinking I was playing it safe.
When my period was late, I was in absolute denial that I could be pregnant. I consider myself excellent at tracking my cycle—this could never happen to me! A few days later, there it was a super full moon, and I bled a small amount. I thought it was my period, just mysteriously light. I rationalized, I must have exhausted myself in the desert, or be stressed out. I must be drinking too much caffeine, or maybe I’m low in magnesium.
I went to an acupuncturist about my missing period. She told me liver stagnation can cause these symptoms. It’s definitely my liver, I thought. I really need to do a cleanse. Meanwhile, in the morning I would wake up exhausted, and my breasts were swollen and sensitive. It’s probably a sign that my period is just about to come, I convinced myself.
We’d just moved into a home shared with three women, and I wondered was my cycle simply re-calibrating itself with theirs? Curious, I asked one of my roommates when she last got her cycle, and she handed me a pregnancy test. “Here, try this.”
“There’s no way I’m pregnant, and this will prove it,” I thought to myself, still fully in denial. My roommate ran into the bathroom when she heard me gasp. The stick read pregnant. Oh my gosh. I smiled and shook my head at the same time.
Smiling for the beauty of a life growing in my womb, created by my husband and I, and shaking my head, because I knew I was not ready.
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From Sad Rat In Sidewalk:
Jesus CHRIST. She painted her face with the blood from her abortion? NO. Just NO.
Update: Zion Masters’s comment has amazingly managed to stay up for nine hours.