Maybe the Only Way to Know What’s Wrong With Abortion in America Is to Have One
By Nona Willis Aronowitz
Jan 31, 2019
I knew that the time I was sloppy with protection right before ovulation would put me at risk for getting pregnant. I’m the kind of woman who learns about fertility for fun, who genuinely enjoys reading about cervical fluid, egg freezing, and progesterone spikes. Which is why I knew I should have taken Plan B after that slipup and was hard on myself when I didn’t. But I also knew that if an unplanned pregnancy did occur, I’d have options in New York City.
I knew, too, that the length of my luteal phase — the two weeks or so after ovulation — is identical month to month. So when it was one day longer than normal, I knew I could find a pregnancy test that would measure miniscule levels of hCG hormone in my urine. But despite what felt like an encyclopedic knowledge of the female reproductive system, I didn’t know much about the medical intricacies of abortion by the time I needed to get one.