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“It is a well-documented fact that guys will not ask for directions. This is a biological thing. This is why it takes several million sperm cells... to locate a female egg, despite the fact that the egg is, relative to them, the size of Wisconsin.”
― Dave Barry

“It is no accident, Ma, that the comma resembles a fetus鈥� that curve of continuation. We were all once inside our mothers, saying with our entire curved and silenced selves, more, more, more. I want to insist that are being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. And so what? So what if all I ever made of my life was more of it?”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“When you took me from the witch trial at Cranesmuir--you said then that you would have died with me, you would have gone to the stake with me, had it come to that!"

He grasped my hands, fixing me with a steady blue gaze.

"Aye, I would," he said. "But I wasna carrying your child."

The wind had frozen me; it was the cold that made me shake, I told myself. The cold that took my breath away.

"You can't tell," I said, at last. "It's much too soon to be sure."

He snorted briefly, and a tiny flicker of amusement lit his eyes.

"And me a farmer, too! Sassenach, ye havena been a day late in your courses, in all the time since ye first took me to your bed. Ye havena bled now in forty-six days."

"You bastard!" I said, outraged. "You counted! In the middle of a bloody war, you counted!"

"Didn't you?"

"No!" I hadn't; I had been much too afraid to acknowledge the possibility of the thing I had hoped and prayed for so long, come now so horribly too late.

"Besides," I went on, trying still to deny the possibility, "that doesn't mean anything. Starvation could cause that; it often does."

He lifted one brow, and cupped a broad hand gently beneath my breast.

"Aye, you're thin enough; but scrawny as ye are, your breasts are full--and the nipples of them gone the color of Champagne grapes. You forget," he said, "I've seen ye so before. I have no doubt--and neither have you."

I tried to fight down the waves of nausea--so easily attributable to fright and starvation--but I felt the small heaviness, suddenly burning in my womb. I bit my lip hard, but the sickness washed over me.

Jamie let go of my hands, and stood before me, hands at his sides, stark in silhouette against the fading sky.

"Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This child...is all that will be left of me--ever. I ask ye, Claire--I beg you--see it safe.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“You are the closest I will ever come to magic.”
― Suzanne Finnamore, The Zygote Chronicles

“The Vatican won't prosecute pedophile priests but I decide I'm not ready for motherhood and it's condemnation for me? These are the same people that won't support national condom distribution that PREVENTS teenage pregnancy.”
― Sonya Renee Taylor

“Kev,鈥� Win said calmly, stepping forward, 鈥淚 would like to talk to you about something.鈥�

Merripen, attentive as always to his wife, gave her a frowning glance. 鈥淣ow?鈥�

"Yes, now.鈥�

"Can鈥檛 it wait?鈥�

"No,鈥� Win said equably. At his continued hesitation, she said, 鈥淚鈥檓 expecting.鈥�

Merripen blinked. 鈥淓xpecting what?鈥�

"A baby.鈥�

They all watched as Merripen鈥檚 face turned ashen. 鈥淏ut how ...鈥� he asked dazedly, nearly staggering as he headed to Win.

"How?鈥� Leo repeated. 鈥淢erripen, don鈥檛 you remember that special talk we had before your wedding night?鈥� He grinned as Merripen gave him a warning glance. Bending to Win鈥檚 ear, Leo murmured, 鈥淲ell done. But what are you going to tell him when he discovers it was only a ploy?鈥�

"It鈥檚 not a ploy,鈥� Win said cheerfully.

Leo鈥檚 smile vanished, and he clapped a hand to his forehead. 鈥淐hrist,鈥� he muttered. 鈥淲here鈥檚 my brandy?鈥� And he disappeared into the house.

"I鈥檓 sure he meant to say 鈥榗ongratulations,鈥� 鈥� Beatrix remarked brightly, following the group as they all went inside.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again, yet after having given birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep it close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one.”
― Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

“From her thighs, she gives you life
And how you treat she who gives you life
Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator.
And from seed to dust
There is ONE soul above all others --
That you must always show patience, respect, and trust
And this woman is your mother.
And when your soul departs your body
And your deeds are weighed against the feather
There is only one soul who can save yours
And this woman is your mother.
And when the heart of the universe
Asks her hair and mind,
Whether you were gentle and kind to her
Her heart will be forced to remain silent
And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity,
Very much like the seaweed in the sea --
It will reveal all that it has heard and seen.

This woman whose heart has seen yours,
First before anybody else in the world,
And whose womb had opened the door
For your eyes to experience light and more --
Is your very own MOTHER.
So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel,
Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish
How you treat her is the ultimate test.
If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way
With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness.
And always remember,
That the queen in the Creator's kingdom,
Who sits on the throne of all existence,
Is exactly the same as in yours.
And her name is,
THE DIVINE MOTHER.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“So many people think that they are not gifted because they don鈥檛 have an obvious talent that people can recognize because it doesn鈥檛 fall under the creative arts category鈥攚riting, dancing, music, acting, art or singing. Sadly, they let their real talents go undeveloped, while they chase after fame. I am grateful for the people with obscure unremarked talents because they make our lives easier---inventors, organizers, planners, peacemakers, communicators, activists, scientists, and so forth. However, there is one gift that trumps all other talents鈥攂eing an excellent parent. If you can successfully raise a child in this day in age to have integrity then you have left a legacy that future generations will benefit from.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“I am entirely capable."
"Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”
― Gail Carriger, Heartless

“Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into? ”
― Diablo Cody, Juno: The Shooting Script

“A mother does not become pregnant in order to provide employment to medical people. Giving birth is an ecstatic jubilant adventure not available to males. It is a woman's crowning creative experience of a lifetime.”
― John Stevenson

“We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“Of course I can do this. I'm pregnant, not brain-damaged. My condition doesn't change my personality.”
― Christine Feehan, Ruthless Game

“When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.”
― Suzanne Finnamore, The Zygote Chronicles

“The condom broke. I know how stupid that sounds. It's the reproductive version of the dog ate my homework.”
― Jennifer Weiner, Little Earthquakes

“You pass as a guy; I, as pregnant. Our waiter cheerfully tells us about his family, expresses delight in ours. On the surface, it may have seemed as though your body was becoming more and more 鈥渕ale,鈥� mine, more and more 鈥渇emale.鈥� But that鈥檚 not how it felt on the inside. On the inside, we were two human animals undergoing transformations beside each other, bearing each other loose witness. In other words, we were aging.”
― Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts

“Contemplations on the belly
When pregnant with our first, Dean and I attended a child birth class. There were about 15 other couples, all 6-8 months pregnant, just like us. As an introduction, the teacher asked us to each share what had been our favorite part of pregnancy and least favorite part. I was surprised by how many of the men and women there couldn't name a favorite part. When it was my turn, I said, "My least favorite has been the nausea, and my favorite is the belly."

We were sitting in the back of the room, so it was noticeable when several heads turned to get a look at me. Dean then spoke. "Yeah, my least favorite is that she was sick, and my favorite is the belly too."

Now nearly every head turned to gander incredulously at the freaky couple who actually liked the belly.

Dean and I laughed about it later, but we were sincere. The belly is cool. It is one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World, an unmistakable sign of what's going on inside, the wigwam for our little squirmer, the mark of my undeniable superpower of baby-making. I loved the belly and its freaky awesomeness, and especially the flutters, kicks, and bumps from within.

Twins belly is a whole new species. I marvel at the amazing uterus within and skin without with their unceasing ability to stretch (Reed Richards would be impressed). I still have great admiration for the belly, but I also fear it. Sometimes I wonder if I should build a shrine to it, light some incense, offer up gifts in an attempt both to honor it and avoid its wrath. It does seem more like a mythic monstrosity you'd be wise not to awaken than a bulbous appendage. It had NEEDS. It has DEMANDS. It will not be taken lightly (believe me, there's nothing light about it). I must give it its own throne, lying sideways atop a cushion, or it will CRUSH MY ORGANS. This belly is its own creature, is subject to different laws of growth and gravity. No, it's not a cute belly, not a benevolent belly. It would have tea with Fin Fang Foom; it would shake hands with Cthulhu. It's no wonder I'm so restless at night, having to sleep with one eye open.

Nevertheless, I honor you, belly, and the work you do to protect and grow my two precious daughters inside. Truly, they must be even more powerful than you to keep you enslaved to their needs. It's quite clear that out of all of us, I'm certainly not the one in control. I am here to do your bidding, belly and babies. I am your humble servant.”
― Shannon Hale

“You can hear now. Your inner ear is formed.
I shout "I love you" into the bedroom. Then I feel stupid. Then I don't. This is pretty much the story of my life.”
― Suzanne Finnamore, The Zygote Chronicles

“$13 to $20 billion a year could be saved in health care costs by demedicalizing childbirth, developing midwifery, and encouraging breastfeeding.”
― Frank Oski

“Your husband may not be a wealth of pregnancy information, but he is a wealth of 'you' information. He probably knows you better than anyone else in this world (which means he understands your current neediness pretty well). He also probably loves you more than anyone else in this world. So, while he may not be the person to turn to if you need to know how to soothe breast tenderness, he's the perfect person to turn to when you need a hand to hold.”
― Erin MacPherson, The Christian Mama's Guide to Having a Baby: Everything You Need to Know to Survive (And Love) Your Pregnancy

“They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent.

It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.”
― Christine Feehan, Ruthless Game

“If he was going to have a child, of course he should have a say, but how much of a say, since the body was mine, since in creating a child, Nature demanded so much of the woman and so little of the man.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Zikora

“Worse than aborting is birthing in instability.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

“What, you people expect women to tear apart their bodies and then go to all the bother of raising the children? That takes years, you know,鈥� Serene remarked sternly. 鈥淭he women鈥檚 labour is brief and agonizing, and the man鈥檚 is long and arduous. This seems only just. What on earth are men contributing to their children鈥檚 lives in the human world? Why would any human woman agree to have a child?鈥� 鈥淭he more she talks the more sense it all makes,鈥� said Elliot. 鈥淗as anyone else discovered that?”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, In Other Lands

“Until the state or the church takes full responsibility for a newborn, no bill or bible is qualified to even offer suggestions on a woman's right to abortion.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

“You see, there is a major downfall to living in a tourist town. You guessed it, the constant turnover of new people. You cannot really connect with anyone because no one is ever here for more than two weeks every year, if they comeback at all. The intruders never thought about what happens once they leave. ~ Stella”
― Michele Richard, Mocked by Destiny

“Today you are thirteen weeks old and already controversial. You should know that the mention of the name Pablo is alarming to a very few, highly insignificant people. From this palsied paction there is occasionally the slightest pause, and then, 'Oh, really. Pablo.' Then with a small, self-depreciating chuckle, they might tilt their heads playfully and say something like 'Aren't you afraid people will think he's Mexican?'
... I find it amusing when they balk at Pablo, as though we were naming you Jesus H. Christ and jamming our nails into your hands. They seem to feel your name is up for general discussion, like naming a local bridge or a stray cat.
Hmmm. Mr. Whiskers? I don't like Mr. Whiskers. I like the name Blackie.'
Aren't you afraid people will think he's black?”
― Suzanne Finnamore, The Zygote Chronicles

“For my sake,鈥� he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, 鈥淚 dinna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach,鈥� he said, his voice suddenly husky. 鈥淣ot for a dozen bairns. I鈥檝e daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren鈥攚eans enough.鈥�

He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly.

鈥淏ut I鈥檝e no life but you, Claire.鈥�

He swallowed audibly, and went on, eyes fixed on mine.

鈥淚 did think, though . . . if ye do want another child . . . perhaps I could still give ye one.”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

“In M---, an important town in northern Italy, the widowed Marquise of O---, a lady of unblemished reputation and the mother of several well-brought-up children, inserted the following announcement in the newspapers: that she had, without knowledge of the cause, come to find herself in a certain situation; that she would like the father of the child she was expecting to disclose his identity to her; that she was resolved, out of consideration to her family, to marry him.”
― Heinrich von Kleist, The Marquise of O鈥� and Other Stories