I felt really queasy when watching Carey Mulligan’s ‘pregnancy’ in the Wall Street 2 movie. I kept looking away from the screen during her intimate shots with Shia LaBeouf and can’t help but shoot frantic glances at the EXIT sign in the cinema.
I’m still having this sick feeling after that movie. Don’t get me wrong, I like kids, but it made me fall back onto that feeling—the feeling that my purpose in life is just to have babies.
If you’d like me to elaborate further, here’s a chart for you. It describes to you how I actually feel about being a woman.
If you can’t take reading this, you’re not man enough.
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ooh, me too! there is a couple of pregnant ladies at work, and although its kind of exciting, they are both at the stage where they are a bit sick of being pregnant, of not being able to walk without waddling, of feeling ill at the sight of certain foods (one of them can't drink anything, and has to get liquids by eating ice), they can't get out of bed without doing a 'heave and roll'...etc etc. AND ON TOP OF THAT every day draws them immenently closer to having to squeeze a rather large thing out of their insides for several hours, possibly a whole day. And then after that totally exhausting and painful event, they aren't even going to be able to go home and rest, because they are going to have a baby that cries and wants feeding....they might as well say good bye to sleep for the next 3 or 4 years. OH MY GOD my mother is amazing.
HAHA Amy! yes thank our mothers, I can't imagine wanting a hold a piece of crying flesh that comes out from my vajayjay. Then again it may look cute. Until it starts bloody screaming D: EEK
Why is there a flower beside our names when we comment? Feel so... smurfy
This is where I admit that I have never ever seen a single episode of the smurfs, and so I have no idea how the flower reference fits in! I think its sort of sweet, although it would be nicer if we had either that or the B for blogger, and not both.
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