The following is for my homegirl "J" y'all know who you are.
I have a friend who is less than enchanted with her pregnancy experience... it's her first glow-in-the-dark, technicolor experience with the whole "Motherhood" thing, and for some crazy reason she is not thrilled with the puking and edema. Not ebullient with the roundness of her self, and people around her are giving her crap for her "bad attitude." I remember my first pregnancy. The only things that it had going for it is that I had wanted it real bad and it was novel. The following two pregnancies? Not so novel. The fact that we plan on having one more? Purely inexplicable.
I love my kids, but what freak of nature out there really enjoys pregnancy? Fine. Yeah, I know there are a few, but let's get this straight for the purposes of my rant y'all are freaks.
I just say this because this is the jumping off point. If people are giving her crap for her less than enthusiastic gestating, an activity that I equate with a moderate to severe car accident, they will probably be giving her blank looks when she announces that she is running away when the kid turns two and demonizes. Well, I say BAH! and have a nice day.
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