Repeat: Sliding on the Scale (Hyper-Fertility Mentioned)

I am not writing my blog right now because I want to spend time with the twins before they leave for their summer plans. I scheduled these posts so the blog wouldn’t be empty, using a random date generator (from random.org) to choose the posts. Having the kids go is still really, really hard. I’ll be back soon.

On a side note before I continue the story, before she called, I was reading about Agnes Rossi’s idea of feminisma–the female equivalent to machismo. And how we view ourselves as woman. Stacie and I have been having an interesting discussion about how breastfeeding gave her back that missing bit of feminisma and I didn’t get to have that. I couldn’t get pregnant without assistance, I couldn’t stay pregnant without assistance, I couldn’t carry to term (though fine, fine, fine, I delivered well), and then, to top it off, I didn’t produce prolactin so I couldn’t breastfeed. I am still trying to find my womanhood in all of this. You would think it would be simple. You would think that I would have felt like a woman having a child grow inside my body. But it didn’t work that way. I didn’t gather back my vision of myself as a woman from that. I’m still looking for it.

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