A Womb of One’s Own: Pregnancy as a Pair

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

               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: Adventures in Eating While Pregnant

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