When you are 6 months pregnant in the middle of summer and your stomach is like the newest bigger and better balloon and the kid inside you is doing the freaking hully gully and you think you can even put a plate on it.....and the kid kicks your stomach so hard that the plate really does fly off, oh kiss my ass it's not an embryo. It's a child. Oh and by the way his name is Ryan.
Don't you get it? They are real. They are life inside you. And it's wonderous.
So a clump of cells with human genetics can constitute a human?
A bunch of congealed blood cells on the ground can be considered a human now is that it?
When that fetus becomes a parasite threatening the life of the mother like a cancerous growth, is it still a child?!
I don't believe you are thinking very rationally.