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the horror. . . the horror. . . . [1st trimester] 1.3 So what I'm saying is that motherhood unnerves me conceptually. But that aside, there's something even more terrifying about pregnancy. You're in this bizarre spawning prone state. You're just like the Aliens. You know? Like a sow.
The rest of it, though, it all seems so surreal and unnatural to me, almost distasteful. I can't think of anything beautiful about it. And I'm not even talking about the cleaning up poop and the raw leaky nipples and the constant touching and advice from strangers. They make me nervous, The Pregnants, with all their overflowing fecundity.
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If you think your email about how misguided or immature or selfish or wrong-minded or vapid or stupid or short-sighted I am is going to make me see the light, think again. Consider, perhaps, that your opinion might not be the only and best one out there. That maybe I've actually put a little thought into this. And that my choices don't diminish yours (and if they do, yikes for you). Have all the babies you want. Just leave me out of it. |
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The only fun part seems
like wearing all the cute clothes, dressing up all dollbaby like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby, and that only works if you're tiny and skinny and underfed, and no one ever is. And then getting to dress up this tiny little creature in funny costumes for a few years.
