The miracle of life is something that I have never really had to
ponder. I've never been confronted with its mysteries personally. The
only way in which I have been touched by pregnancy was through my four
younger siblings. And even then, despite my mother's swelling stomach
and breastfeeding, I still choose to believe that my parents picked all
of the kids up at a local orphanage.
Despite being a lover of children, the concept of pregnancy evokes
for me images of the movie Alien and a love of grotesque food
combinations, like chocolate ice cream with pickle chunks. And,
needless to say, I have always been comforted by the fact that I have
never had any close friends who had been, ahem, fertilized.