That’s right, folks, in the wee hours of the morning/late last night (damn you, time zones!), our own Ipomoea and her husband (finally) welcomed a beautiful baby boy to their family. Everyone is healthy and happy (and, we’re assuming, exhausted). Let’s put out the welcome mat and give Ipo and her family our best wishes!
I don’t want to think of myself as a consumer whore, but the Baby Industrial Complex is out to convince me I should be. And it’s not just the BIC, it’s also my mother, well-meaning parent friends, and strangers who stop me in Babies “R” Us as I wander by, wide-eyed and clutching the registry gun. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own: Buy, Buy, Baby
At first, there is nothing more unnerving than the thought that occurs mid-coitus: “I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant”¦ I’m already pregnant!” I spent the first decade or so of my sexually active life carefully making sure I didn’t get pregnant. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own: Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Pregnant Sex (But Were Afraid To Ask)
While there are dozens of different “serious” topics relating to pregnancy, one is rarely discussed: pregnant fashion. Are you doomed to a life of sweatpants and muumuus? Or can you continue your pre-gestation style through your pregnancy? Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own: Fashion for the Fecund
A big part of the pregnancy experience thus far (for both me and my husband) has been faith. Not religious faith, but faith in what we can’t see or experience. He has to take it on faith that I really do feel like I want to die, and we both have to take it on faith that this experience is going to be worth it. Oh my God, what if it’s not worth it. What if we hate the kid? What if he hates us? What if we drop him? What if we can’t support each other the way we need to be supported? These aren’t sometimes-during-the-pregnancy questions, these are everyday questions for us. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own: Pregnancy as a Pair
How to be friends with a pregnant woman: a primer. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own
I know that we, as feminists, are supposed to accept everyone based on their personality and actions, as opposed to their gender. But that didn’t stop me from deciding to find out the gender of our fetus baby. My baby. I’m planning on carrying my pregnancy to term, it’s a wanted and planned pregnancy, I’m going to call the spawn a baby, because when I think of it, I don’t think of it in its current state, I think of it as what it will be: my baby. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own
Pregnancy is one of those things that, like riding a horse or being in a car accident, you can read all about but never fully grasp until it actually happens to you. While each pregnant woman is affected differently, for me, it has been an experience that has affected every aspect of my life, mentally, physically, and emotionally. Continue reading A Womb of One’s Own: Adventures in Eating While Pregnant