Imagine I come up to you one day and latch onto your left arm. Your response would probably be, “Get off of me!”. I then proceed to tell you that I will die if I let go. Do you really think you’d be willing to drag me around for nine months, impairing your ability to do simple tasks? After all, you didn’t ask for me to latch onto you. This is basically what pregnancy is, but worse, and with harsher consequences. Also, instead of being a viable human, it’d be a tiny insentient blob of cells.
I would never let you go. I would hold on to you for every single minute of those nine months because your life is far more valuable than my convenience.
This is what a culture of life is like. Wouldn’t you rather live in this world over the selfishness of our current one?