There is nothing I enjoy more than bringing new life into the world. Sure, sex is amazing
on its own, but it is all the better when filled with the hope of conception and even that falls
into insignificance compared with what follows.
That thrill in the discovery, when you first know for sure you are pregnant. When you can
stop holding your breath and start to take the first tentative steps toward planning. That
moment of unbridled joy is incredible.
From then you can sense he or she inside but it is only later that the ride truly begins as
you see he or she grow and give you that radiant shape that excites and brings joy to all
around you. Then, when you feel it move, pushing fear of disaster further from your mind
and he or she kicks, and you see tiny hands, feet and elbows appearing in your skin and
you start to get a feel for the character of the child inside you (or shape and size in my
case) and you almost hope for an early birth you want to see he or she RIGHT NOW!
Finally the birth arrives and it hurts, of course it does, and you’ve been through a fair bit
of shit through the pregnancy, despite all the joy and hope that comes with the bump,
but all that is so worth it. It is a sort of righteous pain because you know you are doing
the only worthwhile thing it is possible to do. So great that men try and rule everything in
sight to fill the hole left by what they have been denied. I wish men could do it too, that
we hadn’t been separated out. The world would be so different if couples went through
this simultaneously. There would be so much more understanding, so much less division.
Though we would surely become extinct when I think the idea through. Oh well. More fun
for me.
Yes, all the pain, discomfort and sickness is worth it the moment you see the tiny he or
she for the first time, see his or her eyes take you in for the first time, the first time he or
she wraps his or her tiny fingers around one of yours or reaches out with its paw or hoof to
touch you: his or her Mother.
And it is all worth it for that special connection you gain with the baby, from even
before birth, through infancy and beyond: that bond that men lack and have to build up
themselves, often destroying the world out of jealousy if they can’t.
I live to bring life into the world. Hence I will give birth to any species, and even disguise
myself in order to marry and procreate with my own children and grandchildren. I just can’t
get enough.
on its own, but it is all the better when filled with the hope of conception and even that falls
into insignificance compared with what follows.
That thrill in the discovery, when you first know for sure you are pregnant. When you can
stop holding your breath and start to take the first tentative steps toward planning. That
moment of unbridled joy is incredible.
From then you can sense he or she inside but it is only later that the ride truly begins as
you see he or she grow and give you that radiant shape that excites and brings joy to all
around you. Then, when you feel it move, pushing fear of disaster further from your mind
and he or she kicks, and you see tiny hands, feet and elbows appearing in your skin and
you start to get a feel for the character of the child inside you (or shape and size in my
case) and you almost hope for an early birth you want to see he or she RIGHT NOW!
Finally the birth arrives and it hurts, of course it does, and you’ve been through a fair bit
of shit through the pregnancy, despite all the joy and hope that comes with the bump,
but all that is so worth it. It is a sort of righteous pain because you know you are doing
the only worthwhile thing it is possible to do. So great that men try and rule everything in
sight to fill the hole left by what they have been denied. I wish men could do it too, that
we hadn’t been separated out. The world would be so different if couples went through
this simultaneously. There would be so much more understanding, so much less division.
Though we would surely become extinct when I think the idea through. Oh well. More fun
for me.
Yes, all the pain, discomfort and sickness is worth it the moment you see the tiny he or
she for the first time, see his or her eyes take you in for the first time, the first time he or
she wraps his or her tiny fingers around one of yours or reaches out with its paw or hoof to
touch you: his or her Mother.
And it is all worth it for that special connection you gain with the baby, from even
before birth, through infancy and beyond: that bond that men lack and have to build up
themselves, often destroying the world out of jealousy if they can’t.
I live to bring life into the world. Hence I will give birth to any species, and even disguise
myself in order to marry and procreate with my own children and grandchildren. I just can’t
get enough.
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