From the Philly Inquirer (a few days back):

My 9-year-old son overheard my friend telling me about her situation, and he was worried on her behalf. Days later, when I reported my friend’s good news – everything looks healthy – to my son, he replied, “Good, then she doesn’t have to have an abortion. I mean, if she’d had to have one, that would have been fine, but it’s not a good thing.”
In a previous conversation about our friend, my son had reasoned that “between one and four months, it’s not a baby.” But now he was saying he saw abortion as bad. I asked why he thought abortion might be a bad choice.
“Why would you say no to having a baby?” he countered.
I took one moment to consider whether I was going to get into this with him. I took one deep breath. Then, I told him that I have had two abortions. Of course, he wanted to know all about what happened.
As I started to describe my senior year of high school dilemma (baby or college?), he leapt in: “College.”
I told him about being 20 and having had a birth control failure. I told him I wasn’t at all sad about those choices because I had the family I wanted all along: a loving papa with three wonderful kids, something that would not have been possible had I become a mother before I was ready.
Reproductive freedom – abortion rights; freedom of sexual consent; motherhood – is essential to women’s equality. Far from being tragic, abortion ensures us agency over our lives.
Every euphemism and every apology about abortion is really another apology for being female, as if over and over, that pesky fertility gets in our way.