This is such a great post and so well thought out. I grew up in much the same way. Strict Catholic family living in a Bright Blue state. So of course, I ended up pregnant at 17. It was a tough situation, but I never once thought about abortion because of the "heavenly" implications. I married the young man who got me pregnant. And after one more baby, we got divorced. It wasn't pretty. Funny thing is I had plenty of sex ed to have avoided the whole debacle. I knew I needed to be on the pill, but I had far too much Catholic guilt to get myself into a clinic and actually confess to the nurse that I was having s-e-x. I was filled with shame for having sex. Then more shame for getting pregnant. And the ultimate shame... getting divorced.

I'm not following the tenets of the Catholic church any longer, but am a big old Jesus Freak Christian. I know that I'm perfect in Him. But do I want my daughters to go through this?

Hell no!