But it wasn’t until my first pregnancy scare that I got it – really got it – on an instinctive, visceral, inarguable level. I remember lying in a grotty flat somewhere in South London while millions of industrious spermatozoa made their intrepid way towards my cervix, with the opening credits of Look Who’s Talking playing on a loop behind my eyelids. And I was terrified.Read on!
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Elsewhere on the internet
Oh look, here I am on 40 Days of Choice, talking about how my third morning after pill experience got me involved with Abortion Support Network: