What do you think they see?
At the gestational time frame most women have elective abortions, the only way to even GET an “picture” is a vaginal ultrasound.
Ever have a vaginal ultrasound?

. Let me explain to you how it works - a large wand is shoved into the woman’s vagina and twisted around and around pressing against the inside walls of her vagina in an attempt to see where, specifically, in a woman’s uterus an embryo has implanted itself.
Good times.
There’s no “baby” to see. There’s a small protrusion from the side of the uterus with perhaps a “flicker” showing where a heart will develop.
Because that’s the choice the woman makes.
And women are the only living, breathing person involved in the equation.
I was 18, not yet19 when I had an elective abortion. Sure as hell wasn’t going to drop out of college and give up my scholarship that I had spent my entire young life working towards go so that I could continue waiting tables and become a single mother all because my birth control failed.

. And I did not subscribe to the idea of don’t have sex until you’re married. Not that enjoying consensual sex with my partner is somehow “bad” or immoral.
Sex is natural and science has given us not only birth control, but safe alternatives when unwanted pregnancies occur.
And almost 3 decades later of religious zealots demeaning women making the same decision has made me nothing but MORE determined to fight back against the zealots stripping that right from other women.
My CHOICE to have an abortion when I was not at all ready to become a mother has resulted in me being not only a college graduate with a successful first career already under my belt - but a happily married woman who is a very good mother to my child that was very wanted and now in the process of transitioning to a 2nd career. In addition to plenty of time and money to volunteer and give to organizations and causes that I find of value and support.
Roevember is coming. See you at the ballot box. (FYI - one in four American women have had an abortion. Those are the statistics. So you may want to mind your words…you don’t know which of the women in your life they are. And don’t kid yourself, they ARE in your life. Even if they never open their mouths and tell you)