I know this advice letter is from a woman, but this is how many men I know feel abou tthe whole thing as well. No judgment, just truth.
Dear Prudence is Slate’s advice column. Submit questions here.
Dear Prudence,
While being a mother is a life goal, my problem is all with the physical aspects. The whole thought of pregnancy and childbearing disgust and frighten me to a degree where I don’t know if I can bring myself to go through with it. I am not a two-ton Tessie, but I’m petrified of getting fat. I am also a bit of an obsessive-compulsive neatnik. I associate pregnancy and childbirth with what happens to the people in the Alien movies … there is this thing growing and mooching off of me for months, then bursting out in a most painful and disgusting manner. Ever since I can remember being told how babies were made, I have always felt this way, and the feelings seem to have compounded as I have gotten older. Do you think this is something that will go away if I just go through with it?
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