Some antics

My friend Mignon's current post is about a discussion and disagreement she had with some fellow commenters on another blog. She blames the limitations of the Internet. She is in a far more charitable mood than me right now. Then again, she's not currently pregnant. ;)

The discussion and disagreement can be found here. Notice the part where she is criticized for saying that pregnancy "sucks."

My take on the situation is as follows:

When someone else has walked a mile in my suddenly-too-tight shoes, meaning she has been working while on bedrest for a potentially-life-threatening condition that sprang up early in a high-risk twin pregnancy, while also constantly throwing up and not being able to eat, or to consume prescribed prenatal vitamins regularly, resulting in a loss of approximately 5% of her body weight while trying to nourish said twins and get them off to a good start, while also learning to perform her own daily injections of stinging liquid into her own belly fat to treat a different risky condition that could result in a miscarriage, THEN I will be open to a discussion regarding what kind of language is appropriate to describe the situation.

Until then, like-minded women are invited to join me on the naughty girls' side of the room, where we will feel bloated and wear stretchy pants and eat vegetable sushi and complain to each other and offer each other sympathy and drown our sorrows in nonalcoholic cocktails and eat a bit of fudgy chocolate cake in flagrant violation of What to Expect When You're Expecting, and, during our various labors, we will scream and swear like sailors, if we so desire, and then use those same mouths to kiss the tops of our newborn babies' heads. Those that get flustered by these activities are welcome to feel superior, smile during their entire gestations, labor in silence, and then tidy up after us.