Posted on 08/24/2015 10:12:56 AM PDT by Morgana
eing pregnant in 2015 is a constant exercise in cognitive dissonance.
At 16 weeks along, if I eat deli meat, dip a toe in a hot tub, or order an espresso at Starbucks, then I’m already a bad mom who’s putting her baby at risk. But if I decide that said baby has come at an inconvenient time or has too high a risk of having an undesirable medical condition, then I am a responsible woman who should be praised and supported for making the tough decision to dispose of the unwanted products of conception that have invaded my body. My Little Poppy Seed
Back in May, when I got the positive test that meant our lives were going to change forever, I did what any good millennial does when faced with an unfamiliar situation: I Googled like crazy, and I downloaded a bunch of new apps.
There are so many pregnancy apps out there, and they have all kinds of different features. One common theme is the use of fruit to help you visualize how big your baby is. Right now, my baby is the size of an avocado.
(Excerpt) Read more at thefederalist.com ...
Last year my cousin couldn’t wait show her growing baby bump on FB seriously
Well stated.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.