When I think MOTHERHOOD, I think of the scene in Look Who’s Talking when Kirsty Alley tells John Travolta that giving birth is like “squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of an opening the size of a lemon”. I know that the delivery process is not really what motherhood is about but I just can’t seem to get past it. It scares the living shit out of me! It’s gooey and bloody and involves enemas, forceps, ripping, tearing and episiotomies – or so I have heard. Gross! I am also not too keen on stretching the crap out of my vag. I like my vag, I don’t want to mangle her. Scar tissue and a gaping hole can’t do much for one’s sex life. I like sex – I don’t want it to be over. I don’t want to be fat and stretch marked. I am not sure if, as a woman, there is supposed to come a point when I will feel okay with ruining my body and becoming an eternal bulging blob. Or am I just supposed to take the plunge despite my reservations. Read the rest of this entry »
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Save the Vag!
On January - 29 - 2009
