Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Pregnancy

So I was just watching the episode of Friends when Rachel gets her sonogram and it got me thinking about how there's an extremely bizarre thing about me that I have not shared on this blog yet. Pregnancy freaks me out.

I know now you;re thinking you're only 20 years old it's not weird to be freaked about pregnancy but you don't understand, the actual phenomenon of growing a human being inside you completely and utterly grosses me out. Yes I know I sound life I'm 5 years old when I say pregnancy is gross but I have several reason why I think this and I stand by them.
1. They have gills, literal gills like fish people or something
2. They twist your body into a completely different shape from which your body can never recover
3. They feed off your nutrients, similar to a parasite
4. During birth it is not uncommon to break bones, my grandmother broke her coccyx twice giving birth to my dad and his sister
5. Breast feeding, I can't even explain why this is so disgusting to me. For one the fact that your body is producing a liquid that is being fed to another person...   bodily fluids are not for consumption. For another thing women just whip it out in public like it's totally normal and socially acceptable.
I'm sure I could go on but you get the point I'm making. The whole pregnancy is a natural beautiful thing is a load of bull shit to me. Breast feeding makes me gag and the idea of a human being inside me sounds like something out of a horror movie.

All this is not to say that I don't like kids, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I love kids, I come from a big family of which I'm the oldest so I have plenty of experience taking care of the little boogers. Ever since my fiance proposed my dad has been on me about having kids. Not now of course, I'm 20 he's not that old fashioned but eventually. See my dad knows my views on pregnancy and he thinks I'm ridiculous, but then again he never has to go through that. Anyways my point is you don't have to be pregnant to be a mother. Not that I'm sure I even want that I might just be the cool aunt to my brother's kids. Just some food for thought

More later...

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