tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480138580459739850.post5751810251093616288..comments2008-01-28T21:12:13.614-05:00Bretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655457048405829025noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480138580459739850.post-39646189112635096672008-01-28T21:12:00.000-05:002008-01-28T21:12:00.000-05:00Chicken legs!! They're the greatest.<BR/><BR/>Out here in the Working World, I'm constantly amazed/intrigued/disgusted by pregnancy. I see it daily ("don't drink the water, ha ha"), and I'm just not sure I'll ever take it for granted.<BR/><BR/>Talk about testing your boundaries. To have to share interior space. To have to think of the consequences of everything you eat or drink. It doesn't seem fair that I don't have the option of experiencing it, even though I'm not sure I'd go through with it if I could. I'm not sure I'd be brave enough.<BR/><BR/>I always wanted to write an essay about pop-culture stories where pregnancy = hostile invasion (Rosemary's Baby, The Astronaut's Wife, The Fly). I can understand how it'd feel like something sinister were happening to your body. Then again, I'll bet all of those movies were written by men. . . .interrobangerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02179799501453514641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480138580459739850.post-56671061976030875812008-01-26T00:25:00.000-05:002008-01-26T00:25:00.000-05:00lovethisjsl.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373549115262941760noreply@blogger.com