It's incredibly vain to hope everyone around you keeps from multiplying. and then you go and get pregnant. i don't care what stereotype befalls me for not having my relationship recognized by a shitty government before having a child. you and your stigma can go fuck yourself. with my last breath and ounce of energy i'll give him or her every word of encouragement, hug, and jiu jitsu lesson they need; there's no marriage certificate in this world that could ever equate to how fantastic of a mom i'm going to be. oh, and if you're a licensed gynecologist/obstetrician, do your fucking job and keep your religious doctrine to yourself: look into my uterus and tell me my offspring is healthy, and do your best to keep the opinion that i'm going to hell to yourself. you're lame. who wakes up and decides they wanna look at vaginas all day anyway.
xoxo,
the most hormonal rian that will ever write a blog for the next 8 months
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