It’s about time! MTV will air a special called “No Easy Decision” in which Markai Durham, a teen on the latest season of “16 And Pregnant,” has an abortion. As first reported by Crushable, Markai got pregnant by her boyfriend James shortly after giving birth to baby Za’karia and decided to end the pregnancy. The special will air on December 28.
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“I just watched about 20 3 yr olds in their 1st holiday recital. My heart hurts it was so damn adorable. I’m gonna b a soccer mom aren’t I? S**t.”
—Pink, who is currently pregnant, tweets after feeling all maternal at a holiday recital. Yep, we can already picture her behind the wheel of a wood paneled minivan. [People] Keep reading »
This is an old chestnut I know, but it needs to be dealt with once and for all. Someone please explain to me why pregnant women are left standing on buses and trains, whilst able-bodied men sit back and pretend not to see them?
As a member of the “club” myself, I have yet to be offered a seat by a man. Keep reading »
Pregnancy, for a dad, can feel like an awkward office-party where you’re the new employee. It’s as though you have to paste on a forced smile that you have to wear for months. Not fake, just forced. The feeling is completely sincere — you are genuinely pleased and happy (if you like your partner and want for her to be pregnant, that is, and even sometimes if not) — but you feel the need to show it outwardly in ways that don’t feel natural. Read more … Keep reading »
When I told my best friend I was happy for her because she was pregnant, it couldn’t have been further from the truth. The truth was that her announcement ruined my day, my week and my self-esteem. It added pressure to my already pressurized mid-30s brain and kept me awake at night with images of celebrating birthdays, alone and bitter, while everyone else basked in the warmth and love of their self-made families.
A few years later, when I was pregnant, I felt too guilty to announce it to my single friends. One night, as I finally plucked up the courage to pick up the phone and share the news, I said to my husband, “Watch, as I ruin someone’s day.”
He looked at me in utter confusion. “What are you talking about?” he said. “They’re your friends. They’ll be happy for you.”
“There’s no such thing as being happy for somebody else,” I shrugged, and he looked at me like I had just announced that I was a psychopathic flesh-eating robot. Keep reading »