It’s appropriate to have a poem about pregnancy today—so go read Adapted, Not Designed. It’s lovely, and I think you can tell from the title that there’s another reason I like it.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Aw, that was nice. As a fetus carrier, I appreciated it.
I like this:
I like it a lot.
That was really nice. I’m in the process of carrying a fetus, and I’ve been fascinated with all the things that my body is doing during this. I’ve also been noticing a lot of flaws in our current structure I didn’t notice before. And I still think we placental mammals are weird.
For a more humourous take on the topic, there’s this:
Opening Chapter You’ll Never See in a Pregnancy/Childbirth Book