“I’m going to adopt. I can’t handle doing that to my body. Also, when you rescue something, it’s like rescuing a part of yourself.”
—Jillian Michaels in the latest issue of Women’s Health explaining why she wouldn’t want to have a baby—that she wouldn’t want to lose the diesel body she’s worked so hard for. She also dishes in the interview that she’s been in love with both men and women. [PopEater]
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I’m now six days away from the official due date of my unplanned (but now certainly wanted) first baby, and I think I have learned what it might be like to be disabled in America. It’s not very pleasant. I am certainly a spectacle, but unlike other disabled people, the woman with a giant rotund belly warrants comments from nearly everyone she passes, whether it’s kind strangers who say “Congratulations!” on the street or the bitch who works at Target who warned me not to have my baby on the floor. And if I have to hear “OMG you’re SO pregnant,” one more time (from friends, family and strangers), I really might lose it. I’m hormonal, chunky and need a drink, so stating the obvious is getting plain annoying. Keep reading »
Researchers have reported a significant decline in deaths of mothers during pregnancy and childbirth worldwide. In 2008, about 342,900 women died from complications associated with these conditions, whereas in 1980, 526,300 women died. Several factors have contributed to the improvement — fewer pregnancies in some countries, higher incomes have led to improved health care and nutrition, more educated women, and increased availability of medically-skilled persons caring for pregnant women. Even though these new figures are a welcomed improvement few can argue against, their publication has caused conflict between science and maternal health advocacy organizations, who fear the information will divert attention and foreign aid from their causes. Experts, however, say the groups needn’t worry because the decline in maternal deaths will help them. [NY Times] Keep reading »
On Tuesday, the Missouri House of Representatives passed a bill that would allow a pregnant woman to use deadly force if someone threatens the life of her or the fetus she is carrying. It’s apparently based on a case — in Michigan, mind you — where a pregnant woman was convicted of manslaughter after she killed her boyfriend, who was trying to kill her. Section 2 of the bill sponsored by Republican Jeanie Riddle reads:
2. A person may not use deadly force upon another person under the circumstances specified in subsection 1 of this section unless: (1) He or she reasonably believes that such deadly force is necessary to protect himself, or herself or her unborn child, or another against death, serious physical injury, or any forcible felony …
Now, I am well aware that pregnant women — especially those in abusive relationships to begin with — sometimes lose their lives to their partners. Scott and Laci Peterson, who was eight months pregnant when she was killed, would be the most famous example of this. (Thanks to Frisky reader @ShelbyKnox for pointing out to us on Twitter that homicide is the number one cause of death for pregnant women.) But I smell a big, stinky anti-abortion rat here … Keep reading »
A new Damien Hirst installation opened at the Oceanic Museum of Monaco earlier this month, and it features this mannequin (with a bun in the oven) that greets ships from her spot on the pier. Keep reading for a view of her better side. [Highsnobiety] Keep reading »
The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my husband and I found out we were going to be parents — actually, I found out the good news the first day back from our honeymoon.
Sure, some of the signs and symptoms of pregnancy were already there, but I honestly chalked everything up to pre-wedding stress. It was only when I finally had a chance to slow down in South Beach that I realized something didn’t feel right.
When my new husband leaned in for a kiss one night, with whiskey and Vidalia onion chips breath, I was disgusted: “I swear, if you don’t get away from me with that breath right now I’m going to barf on your face,” is what I told him. And, to be clear, I usually love whiskey. That’s when I realized something was up. Read more … Keep reading »
The Cut deems this new McQ ad one of the “best.” It appears to feature a young pregnant woman in leggings eating cereal out of a box. We’re not sure we like it. In fact, it’s a little disconcerting. Is it just us? [The Cut] Keep reading »
Lately, all it takes is a chubster in a Gap onesie for my ovaries to throb. But the good citizens of Japan are apparently less inclined to make babies — so the University of Tsukauba built them Yotara, a robot baby, to encourage the birth rate. Yotara giggles, sneezes, sleeps and “wakes up” when a rattle is jiggled. (Watch a creepy video about all this here.) A heated water pump system gives Yotara a runny nose and touch sensors in his skin control his facial expressions. “We’d like people to experience the innocent, joyful expressions typical of small babies,” said Hioki Kunimura, the leader of the Yotara project.
Uh, how is this supposed to encourage more Japanese to have babies instead of just “adopting” robots they can shut off? Don’t you people remember Tamagotchis? [Sky News] Keep reading »
I’ve got a beautiful little boy who turns 6 next week. I got him through rather unconventional means. Well actually, the means were fairly conventional — sex in a traditional position, if memory serves — but entirely accidental.
I had a one-night stand when I was 39, with a guy I’d met at a bar. Not my most ladylike act, and certainly not sensible, but I had been suffering from a case of prolonged unintentional celibacy, and the guy was just adorable.
No, I don’t have any diseases, but thanks for your concern, which I’m sure will be expressed in the comments. I know it wasn’t smart. What I didn’t know was that my ancient ovaries were functioning better than I ever would have dreamed. When you’re 39, you sort of assume pregnancy will involve a trip to the fertility doctor.
Instead, I got pregnant. Read more … Keep reading »
One day as I was walking around the city, a few hours after I’d peed on a stick in my office toilet and that tell-tale plus sign came up, it dawned on me that every single person I was passing—every single old man, young child, bored teen, chubby woman, skinny fashionista, homeless guy, what have you—began life in the very same way: via a freaked-out woman who didn’t know what the hell she was getting herself into. Keep reading »