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Video: Baby in the Womb at Seven Weeks

Video: Baby in the Womb at Seven Weeks

One of the many reasons I’m pro-life.

At our first appointment, just over six weeks into the pregnancy, we were able to see our tiny little girl’s heart pump fluttering away. There are many, many reasons I’ve always been pro-life, but this is definitely one of them.

Most of the information out there is animated and shows a little cartoon baby in its earliest stages of in utero development, but this video posted by a Catholic Priest, shows a little one at seven weeks and four days.

By seven weeks, filtration organs are developing, so are teeth buds. Baby’s body is preparing to make red blood cells, and the little guy is 10,000 times larger than he was at conception.

Education is always the best remedy for narratives that prey on ignorance. If we learned anything from this video, it’s that showing people the undeniable truth about abortion and conception changes hearts and minds.

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This is so exciting, Kemberlee!

DieJustAsHappy | June 10, 2016 at 9:12 pm

It puzzles me, not all that difficult to do, that some of the same persons who search for “life” beyond our planet refuse to show the same regard for the sort of life depicted in the video. They go ga-ga over the possibility of a bit of water one Mars, yet cannot marvel and respect life at it earliest stages.

    Valerie in reply to DieJustAsHappy. | June 10, 2016 at 9:47 pm

    Do not assume that scientists have no respect for life, or awe when it comes to creation.

    Uneducated Marxists, collectivists, and elitists, on the other hand, do not understand either science or math, and they are hell-bent on telling other people how to live. They do call themselves intellectuals, but I find no intellectual rigor in their writings.

Embrace the wonder and enjoy the miracle, Kemberlee. May God bless you and your little one.

I had 3 high-risk pregnancies, one of which resulted in a healthy baby (yay!) We had multiple ultrasounds weekly, throughout my pregnancies. My heart breaks for fearful young women who, in desperation, seize onto the lie and abort a “mass of tissue” and then, much later during a wanted pregnancy, are confronted with the reality of the life that exists at peak abortion time. I cannot imagine the guilt, the shame, and the incredible pain they feel.

I suspect (or maybe, in my sinful heart, hope) that there is a special place in hell for those who sell abortion to frightened women who need love, support, and guidance.

I was 26 when Roe v Wade came into being. The hospital where I worked began doing abortions every Friday – so women would only have to take one day off work. One of my jobs on Friday was to go to the OR and pick up the pathology specimens and deliver them to the pathology dept. The OR would put all the containers holding the POC (products of conception) on a shelf outside the door and I would take my wheeled cart and collect them. One day I dropped one of the plastic containers into my cart. It bounced quite hard and I hurriedly picked it up and held it up above my head and looked for any damage to it. I sucked in my breath as I spied a tiny little foot, fully formed with tiny little toes, attached to a tiny little ankle, attached to a tiny little calf – which had been ripped in half. I almost dropped the container again as I stood there, completely aghast at what I was seeing. You see, I had been told that at the age we were doing abortions, it was just a little blob of tissue and there I was, confronted by evidence that it was anything but a blob of tissue. It was a baby. It completely overwhelmed me. I left and went back to the lab and told my boss I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle those containers. She assigned me another job and I never did that again. I still can see that tiny little leg…

LukeHandCool | June 10, 2016 at 11:49 pm


You have a particular religious superstition that you would like the government to force everyone else to “believe” in? What else would you like covered by your busybody interference?

Precious precious precious

How wonderful you are sharing your little girl with us. God bless you all three — husband, little one, and Kemberlee

Those pictures give a new meaning to an old song —
“Then I saw her face — Now I’m a believer”

Baby steps.

I left the Pro-choice cult when I realized that human life begins at a source: conception, and that I did not have faith in gods that reside in the twilight zone or their liberal judges on Earth.

That said, our imperfections suggest the following rule: once, repent; twice and more, natural born abortionist (and/or planner/cannibal).