i dont want to be pregnant now. im too young. i do want babies though- many many many babies. when i see movies with babies i pretty much overflow with joy. im scared i wont be able to have children. i dont want to disappoint anyone- my husband, my family, myself.
quinn
I never knew what to do when my sister was pregnant. She was completely ridiculous the entire time. If I ever acted like that, I hope that my husband would just punch me in the stomach.
And maybe, if I didn’t want it… in the uterus.
No, I’m kidding. Pregnancy is a wonderful thing. I’m just not ready. I’m not ready to want to eat everything in sight. Although, I would like to acquire a taste for broccoli.
Lo
Her belly was getting bigger every day. The baby would come out soon. He kicked every once in a while, surprising Ashley, but in a pleasant way. She smiled as her children reached up to feel the baby’s kicks.
misha
i don’t really know what to say about this. all that pops into my head is a woman with a huge stomach. nothing else. maybe leaning back a little because of the strain of the weight…she’s small. but she’s definitely pregnant. and she has long blond hair. and bangs. and flip flops.
brittney winters
Their was a tiny life inside of her. Someone that she would take care of and love for the rest of her life. It’s a scary thing; carrying something around like that. Fragile, delicate. She rested her hand on her stomach and smiled. It was everything in the world.
Caitlin
kjhhkh
jl
test
oh my god, i don’t know how women do it, especially while working. my friend is pregnant right now. got pregnant a week after her wedding, and it’s all she ever wanted. but now she’s on bedrest at month 6. shows you how fragile life is and how amazing and precious this process is.
invinciblechar
I stared wide-eyed at the heavily pregnant woman who stooped into the doorway. I hardly recognized her. But then again, how often do you come face to face with a sister you thought you never had.
@reluctantlyfab
The woman was pregnant. The air around her rippled like the many decisions that flooded her life. How was she supposed to make a decision when she had never been allowed one before? All her life people had tried to hold her down and keep her in her place. She didn’t know how to stand up for herself or choose something that could affect her forever.
But there was a choice to be made, and when the train stopped in front of her, she looked in the windows to see all the people clustered around the poles.
The woman was ready to take control of her own life, she knew it.
Aaron S.
I hated being pregnant. It was so sucky having morning sickness and being tired and pissy for nine whole months! I mean, worth it in the end, but ya still don’t wanna have to sleep on your side for forever, ya know??! lol
Mo
The earth was bustling with life as if the great pregnant mother had just give birth.
Arwyn
is something i’ll probably never be. Everyone around me grows and coos at the thought of a life growing inside them and I am resigning myself to the fact that nature will never let me feel that joy.
Anonymous
The woman waddled over to she sofa and plopped down on the upright pillows. She sighed in relief, feeling the pressure alliviate from her swollen ankles.
Promi
Rosa was pregnant. That is, until yesterday. Yesterday I had the amazing opportunity to help welcome another human being into the world. He was the perfect little boy, wrapped up so tightly in his blanket in my arms.
gina
One time my girlfriend got pregnant. Except she’s imaginary. Yep, that’s right, she’s not real. Neither is the kid though. Have you tried raising an imaginary kid? It’s tough. Everything’s tough.
Jeffers
The sky is pregnant with possibilities. It’s not so much overcast as just dim. The wind is hushed with expectation. Will it rain? Will the sun come out? This time of year it’s really hard to tell just what it will do out there. One never knows.
CRW
I absentmindedly rubbed my stomach, wondering when he–or she–would start kicking.
“Mom,” I sighed. “I got a test…and…”
“And what?” she snapped, glaring at me from above her newest romance novel.
pregnant. how much can be said about this word? it is self explanitory. I have no more to say
Anonymous
My mom was once pregnant with my baby brother X_X (he’s anoying xP)
XxXxKayleeXxXx
my mum screamed and blowed up ouch oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooi screamed
Anonymous
A pause, pregnant, hangs in the balance. What comes from a pregnant pause? Are ideas born full-bloom from pauses? When The Pause, near delivery, gives way to inhalation, does it know, can it sense, what’s coming from its quiet holding? Or is it like the pregnancy of women, when the woman, holding in her body the becoming-body of another, nears the end of holding and the beginning of letting go? Does the pause, feeling the diaphragm contract, the throat open, or, if written words await delivery, the hand pick up the pencil, the pen, flex over the keyboard, and with a scratch or smooth roll or clicking of keys, the pause is gone, no trace of it but the words which follow, origin disappeared in the birth, final end unknown even to themselves? A pause, pregnant, preceded this paragraph. What follows?
JanPattersonRN
swollen stomach, a sustained pause, this world continues, little one, little foot, more life, but does that mean more love? maybe I’ll take pause.
Leigh
I wish my brain was. Fertility only comes through melancholy, it would seem. Why can’t I bring myself to a peak of inspiration and change? Not that I can afford that precious garden: change.
TheBowlerCapFairy
I was pregnant once. I could remember the pain and the pleasure. The child inside me… It’s gone now. I ended that to keep my boyfriend. I still think about the baby sometimes, and what my life would have been like if I had it.
Mastry
Oh god that would suck so much. It ruins your life when your my age. Its a desperate fear of all women hoping to advance their lives. But why? Why should I freak out about creating life? Because it throws you into the stigma about being a mother and a house wife and mothers are never considered intelligent. You’re always the dumb girl who got knocked up what an IDIOT.
Carolynn
When I discovered that I was pregnant, I assumed it had to be a miracle. I never believed that I would be able to conceive. And if you think I was surprised, you should have seen my wife.
Jeff
a very scary thing. i find that it is a huge decision but its a beautiful thing. youre very lucky to have it happen to you as some may not be able to. cherish and love your baby. scary, but absolutely rewarding.
Holly
pregnant bitches make me cream my pants.
jasminlei
i wish i were pregnant in a way. to be totally unselfish and give something back to the world. to create a beautiful creature with someone that used to mean so much to me. the ultimate gift. but the reasons arnt so pure. they never are, are they? no.
Jennifer jenxcool@yahoo.com
….out of luck ay?
thebean
there was a pregnant pause
andythrobber
It wasn’t as though I had never thought about having children. Now, at sixty, I could remember one cycle where I thought I was ready, willing and able. But sperm didn’t meet egg, and the moment passed. Never pregnant with child. Is all this writing really about my linging to fill this empty chalice of mine?
oh god. but then, after a while maybe not. that was a strong first reaction, then, it’s quite hi on the list of things to do, and will get us away for our own ego-centric lives
derek
The bloated pregnant woman, couldn’t believe her eyes. The baby’s feet were dangling between her legs, as her back ached and she winced in pain. When will this end she thought to hereself. The tears of pain stained her eyes.
Becca
pregnant. pregnant she thought looking at the pink stripe. she couldn’t believe it had been so easy. yet, her eyes were just the same- her mom had told her once that she had understood it from the look her eyes had at that time
silva
Sometimes when I watch this show about pregnant women who didn’t know they were pregnant, it makes me wonder if i could be pregnant, and not know it. i wonder if feeling pregnant can be like a hypochondriac, where if you want something bad enough or are afraid of something, you think it happens
Eustacia Lowe
To be pregnant is like having a baby in your belly and it’s really scary because you never Know when it’s going to come out or you never know if it is going hurnt to go tt or if it’s going to feel like a little twisted ankle.You have to go to the hospital though over night so i wouldn’t want to go to the hospital.
asdf
i dont want to be pregnant now. im too young. i do want babies though- many many many babies. when i see movies with babies i pretty much overflow with joy. im scared i wont be able to have children. i dont want to disappoint anyone- my husband, my family, myself.
I never knew what to do when my sister was pregnant. She was completely ridiculous the entire time. If I ever acted like that, I hope that my husband would just punch me in the stomach.
And maybe, if I didn’t want it… in the uterus.
No, I’m kidding. Pregnancy is a wonderful thing. I’m just not ready. I’m not ready to want to eat everything in sight. Although, I would like to acquire a taste for broccoli.
Her belly was getting bigger every day. The baby would come out soon. He kicked every once in a while, surprising Ashley, but in a pleasant way. She smiled as her children reached up to feel the baby’s kicks.
i don’t really know what to say about this. all that pops into my head is a woman with a huge stomach. nothing else. maybe leaning back a little because of the strain of the weight…she’s small. but she’s definitely pregnant. and she has long blond hair. and bangs. and flip flops.
Their was a tiny life inside of her. Someone that she would take care of and love for the rest of her life. It’s a scary thing; carrying something around like that. Fragile, delicate. She rested her hand on her stomach and smiled. It was everything in the world.
kjhhkh
jl
oh my god, i don’t know how women do it, especially while working. my friend is pregnant right now. got pregnant a week after her wedding, and it’s all she ever wanted. but now she’s on bedrest at month 6. shows you how fragile life is and how amazing and precious this process is.
I stared wide-eyed at the heavily pregnant woman who stooped into the doorway. I hardly recognized her. But then again, how often do you come face to face with a sister you thought you never had.
The woman was pregnant. The air around her rippled like the many decisions that flooded her life. How was she supposed to make a decision when she had never been allowed one before? All her life people had tried to hold her down and keep her in her place. She didn’t know how to stand up for herself or choose something that could affect her forever.
But there was a choice to be made, and when the train stopped in front of her, she looked in the windows to see all the people clustered around the poles.
The woman was ready to take control of her own life, she knew it.
I hated being pregnant. It was so sucky having morning sickness and being tired and pissy for nine whole months! I mean, worth it in the end, but ya still don’t wanna have to sleep on your side for forever, ya know??! lol
The earth was bustling with life as if the great pregnant mother had just give birth.
is something i’ll probably never be. Everyone around me grows and coos at the thought of a life growing inside them and I am resigning myself to the fact that nature will never let me feel that joy.
The woman waddled over to she sofa and plopped down on the upright pillows. She sighed in relief, feeling the pressure alliviate from her swollen ankles.
Rosa was pregnant. That is, until yesterday. Yesterday I had the amazing opportunity to help welcome another human being into the world. He was the perfect little boy, wrapped up so tightly in his blanket in my arms.
One time my girlfriend got pregnant. Except she’s imaginary. Yep, that’s right, she’s not real. Neither is the kid though. Have you tried raising an imaginary kid? It’s tough. Everything’s tough.
The sky is pregnant with possibilities. It’s not so much overcast as just dim. The wind is hushed with expectation. Will it rain? Will the sun come out? This time of year it’s really hard to tell just what it will do out there. One never knows.
I absentmindedly rubbed my stomach, wondering when he–or she–would start kicking.
“Mom,” I sighed. “I got a test…and…”
“And what?” she snapped, glaring at me from above her newest romance novel.
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pregnant. how much can be said about this word? it is self explanitory. I have no more to say
My mom was once pregnant with my baby brother X_X (he’s anoying xP)
my mum screamed and blowed up ouch oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooi screamed
A pause, pregnant, hangs in the balance. What comes from a pregnant pause? Are ideas born full-bloom from pauses? When The Pause, near delivery, gives way to inhalation, does it know, can it sense, what’s coming from its quiet holding? Or is it like the pregnancy of women, when the woman, holding in her body the becoming-body of another, nears the end of holding and the beginning of letting go? Does the pause, feeling the diaphragm contract, the throat open, or, if written words await delivery, the hand pick up the pencil, the pen, flex over the keyboard, and with a scratch or smooth roll or clicking of keys, the pause is gone, no trace of it but the words which follow, origin disappeared in the birth, final end unknown even to themselves? A pause, pregnant, preceded this paragraph. What follows?
swollen stomach, a sustained pause, this world continues, little one, little foot, more life, but does that mean more love? maybe I’ll take pause.
I wish my brain was. Fertility only comes through melancholy, it would seem. Why can’t I bring myself to a peak of inspiration and change? Not that I can afford that precious garden: change.
I was pregnant once. I could remember the pain and the pleasure. The child inside me… It’s gone now. I ended that to keep my boyfriend. I still think about the baby sometimes, and what my life would have been like if I had it.
Oh god that would suck so much. It ruins your life when your my age. Its a desperate fear of all women hoping to advance their lives. But why? Why should I freak out about creating life? Because it throws you into the stigma about being a mother and a house wife and mothers are never considered intelligent. You’re always the dumb girl who got knocked up what an IDIOT.
When I discovered that I was pregnant, I assumed it had to be a miracle. I never believed that I would be able to conceive. And if you think I was surprised, you should have seen my wife.
a very scary thing. i find that it is a huge decision but its a beautiful thing. youre very lucky to have it happen to you as some may not be able to. cherish and love your baby. scary, but absolutely rewarding.
pregnant bitches make me cream my pants.
i wish i were pregnant in a way. to be totally unselfish and give something back to the world. to create a beautiful creature with someone that used to mean so much to me. the ultimate gift. but the reasons arnt so pure. they never are, are they? no.
….out of luck ay?
there was a pregnant pause
It wasn’t as though I had never thought about having children. Now, at sixty, I could remember one cycle where I thought I was ready, willing and able. But sperm didn’t meet egg, and the moment passed. Never pregnant with child. Is all this writing really about my linging to fill this empty chalice of mine?
not me, dangeorus right now, babies, clothing, milk, breasts, parents, school, talk, teeth, walk, read, mommy, hair, little, sweet, foof, gerber,
oh god. but then, after a while maybe not. that was a strong first reaction, then, it’s quite hi on the list of things to do, and will get us away for our own ego-centric lives
The bloated pregnant woman, couldn’t believe her eyes. The baby’s feet were dangling between her legs, as her back ached and she winced in pain. When will this end she thought to hereself. The tears of pain stained her eyes.
pregnant. pregnant she thought looking at the pink stripe. she couldn’t believe it had been so easy. yet, her eyes were just the same- her mom had told her once that she had understood it from the look her eyes had at that time
Sometimes when I watch this show about pregnant women who didn’t know they were pregnant, it makes me wonder if i could be pregnant, and not know it. i wonder if feeling pregnant can be like a hypochondriac, where if you want something bad enough or are afraid of something, you think it happens
To be pregnant is like having a baby in your belly and it’s really scary because you never Know when it’s going to come out or you never know if it is going hurnt to go tt or if it’s going to feel like a little twisted ankle.You have to go to the hospital though over night so i wouldn’t want to go to the hospital.