Pendragons Princess

This past Friday my husband and I went out shopping like we usually do and while on our way to one of our favorite thrift shops we saw a young boy, aged about 16, run across the street with his girlfriend in hand. The girl was either 15 or 16 and obviously pregnant. Surprisingly, her hand wasn’t holding up her belly though to keep the creature inside from dropping out as they ran. If that happened, that would have been quite a site to see. (Open up the cell phone cameras and let it roll!)

That incident brought my husband and myself to talk about why some women are literally in love with the idea of being pregnant, and being in love with pregnancy itself. Geez, I’d rather be in love with my husband, or chocolate, or even hiking. But certainly not pregnancy. With the first three at least I would get something positive out of it - a great cuddle, a great taste, or a great workout. Pregnancy gives a woman none of those things. Neither does a baby. Such romantic concepts of motherhood, babies, pregnancy, and children don’t benefit women much nowadays (see post below on Oprah’s recent show.) . At least I know I’m not missing a thing.