I think my wife is switching sides? Not sure what to do

I am a faithful Christian man who married an equally religious woman and I am proud to say that--- though our values are being eroded daily by mainstream American culture--- we have built a home and family that puts God and Jesus first in all matters. Whereas today many teenagers on TikTok, Twitter, and the like have joined into sinful and frankly devilish cults, my daughter still reads at church every Sunday. Furthermore, she is going off to college in a few weeks and is already an active member of the Catholic community there (I guess social media does have some virtues.)

It goes without saying that my family is extremely pro-life. I don't feel the need to even expand on that since I see the protection of life as morally self-evident, and I don't have the patience to wade through ignorance and sociopathic justifications of murder.

But you've read the title, so you know what the rest of this post contains. I simply ask that you spare judgement against my wife. As the Lord tells us, "You shall remember all the ways which the Lord your God has led you in the wilderness these forty years, that He might humble you, testing you, to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep His commandments or not." I believe He is putting my family through its greatest test at this moment, and I ask for love.

My daughter, one of the holiest youths I know, is not immune to sin-- all of us know that, except Jesus himself, none is exempt from sinning. A few weeks back, my daughter revealed to my wife and I that she was pregnant. We took it pretty hard at first, fearing for her future and her soul. But my wife quickly pointed out to me that the only way forward was to show her love and compassion: not only because the Lord demands it, but because we did not want to scare her into getting an abortion by making her fear that her life was about to be ruined.

And so, we decided to invite the young man who had intercourse with my daughter (a fellow Catholic, though he did not go to our church) over for dinner. When he arrived at our door, however, neither me nor my wife could hide our shock. He was a short, EXTREMELY large, acne-ridden boy with a hideous speech impediment-- he was unable to properly pronounce his v's or r's, which made for a painful evening considering my daughter's name contains both letters. Moreover, the boy clearly had no tact for social situations. At one point, he asked my wife where she got her hair cut, and upon her answer he said "that's epic."

That night before bed, my wife told me she thought our daughter should get an abortion. And.... as appalled as I am, I don't blame her. Don't get me wrong, I'm disgusted that my wife would even say that. But she raised the point that the baby probably couldn't even get adopted due to its genetically likely appearance and size and may even kill her trying to come out. I don't know what to think. I won't ever waver in my faith, but I'm just so lost.