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Being pregnant as many times as I have, it really is starting to feel like my natural state. To be me is to be gestating. Being empty feels so alien to me, it feels wrong. I feel less myself during the time in between pregnancies. Having His baby in my belly truly completes me.
#pregnant housewife#growing his babies#his baby factory#all his#he owns me#serving the patriarchy#domestic servitude#he keeps me growing#he keeps me going#lilwifeytalks
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Your blog is amazing!
Imagine: You are a former feminist, a stay at home mom of many kids, and I'm your feminist friend who visits you one day. I am worried about you and ask if this is really what you want even as I rub your belly and smile. You listen to me rant, all the while thinking that what I really need is some cock and a baby or two of my own. That would keep me happy and see, part of me loves rubbing your pregnant belly already. You decide to slowly corrupt me into becoming an antifeminist breeder, friends don't let their friends remain sad. How would you manipulate me?
Thanks.
Thank you so much!! I'm sorry I took so long to respond! I've been a busy mommy and I wanted to find the time to give this a well thought out answer. Short story below:
I freed myself of feminism what feels like so long ago, but to some five years isn't a long time. Five years ago, I had fallen pregnant with my husband's first child. I dropped out of college and became a stay at home mom around my 7th month of my first pregnancy, upon my then boyfriend now husband's request. He didn't have to do too much persuading as I was already considering it due to struggling with fatigue, waddling, and brain fog. He was right, it was only going to get more difficult for me to walk to classes not to mention trying to think once in the classroom.
It was the right decision for us and his growing baby. But, most all my friendships faded now that I wasn't on campus anymore. You were the only one that came and visited me sometimes, we were best friends and we had met in women's history class. You were so inspired in that class, I could see the passion in your eyes when you spoke about feminism. I was inspired by your spirit, and for a long time I held on to the idea that feminism is about a woman's right to choose, and I made the choice to be a stay at home mom.
Our lifestyles are so different, years went by and our friendship faded more and more. Until one day you showed up at my husband's doorstep. It had been a long while since I had seen you, last we met up my husband and I had 2 children and now we have 5 with his 6th on the way.
Of course I invite you in. My husband is at work and my children are all down for a nap except for our current youngest who I am holding and nursing as we sit at the kitchen table.
You had been so worried about me recently, but now that you are here you take pause. The house was lovely and tidy, the tea I served you was comforting and delicious, and on top of that I was absolutely glowing. Then you notice, the bump I'm sporting moves as the baby inside rolls and kicks. Without thinking you start rubbing my belly, like some sort of strange magnetism, your hands were drawn to it. I scoot closer to you to invite you to continue.
"I've been worried about you" the words you've been meaning to say all this time spill out of you.
An incredulous gasp leaves me when I ask you why you've been worried about me.
"I see your posts on social media, I know this is your sixth in just as many years... congratulations by the way" You stumbled through your words. "Is this what you really want?" You look up from my belly to search my eyes for an answer.
"Of course! This is my choice" I gesture to my home. Which is to you: my cushy prison.
"No it's not, you can't tell that lie to me! I was there, I know what really happened!" You stand up, outraged. "He knocked you up and told you to drop out, he's controlling you and has kept you stuffed full of babies ever since so you can't leave! So you can't live your own life!" The passion in your voice was tinged with some kind of hurt, or jealousy?
"well hold on, you're right our first was a surprise to me. But, I am so happy. I really feel like my experiences have shown me this is the way life is meant to be." I try to soothe you, to call you down from the edge you've gotten yourself onto. "So no need to worry for me okay?" I smile to you, hoping you'll smile back.
When you smile and sit back down, I notice how worn thin you are. Your skin and hair is dull, the way you conduct yourself is full of sloppy and tired movements.
"How are you, are you happy? Have you found your calling?" I ask, but already see the answer.
"Well I'm fine. Work is okay but it's not what it was cracked up to be. All the guys at work are losers, and they are always pissing me off. I do wonder if I haven't found my calling, yeah, maybe I majored in the wrong thing." Your sharp defensive tone falls to a nagging grumble as you go on and on.
"it's a little late to start all over like that and go back to school." I point out.
"You think I should keep sticking it out and climb the ladder?" You try to muster some hope into your voice.
"Actually I was thinking the opposite, you should quit that job. Look for something easier and part time. Do you have a partner? Surely he makes more than you and wouldn't mind you leaning on him for support." I ask, thinking surely you can't have stayed single all this time.
"What do you mean surely he makes more than me?! And no I don't have a boyfriend!" You bolt up again, feeling attacked.
You stormed out on me that day with your ego bruised. But you came back around. My words still stung, because I had a point. It gnawed at you and you couldn't help but try taking my advice. You did get that part-time job, and you spent your new found extra free time at my house helping me with my children and to-do list. With working less you were already doing so much better, not near as stressed, cleared skin, and your hair had shine again.
You slowly but surely stepped away from being career focused as I got you more and more comfortable with domesticity. Women belong in the home, so it was naturally very easy for you to fit right in to the lifestyle. My husband took us shopping as I needed bigger maternity clothes and you definitely needed something more becoming of an available young woman.
Then one day, I had you stay over for dinner and my husband brought one of his colleagues home with him to have dinner with us. The match making game had begun. Now that you were completely ready to settle down and assume the natural role of a woman beneath a man, serving him and birthing his children, any man would be so lucky to have you. You've become such an enlightened woman in these modern times where so many silly girls still cling to feminism like you once did.
Today you're absolutely beaming and radiant. You've announced your pregnancy! Your husband's first baby is officially on the way. I'm so happy for you and I hug you best I can with my husband's 7th due any day now. I'm truly proud of the woman you've become and will continue to grow to be.
(I'm so sorry I'm a confrontation person and not a manipulation person, I did my best, it's still something, I hope you enjoy!)
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It sounds like Grant enjoys seeing you on the plumper side ;)
He loves plumping me up with his babies 🤰💕 He's always asking how his baby is doing, rubbing and cooing at my belly making room for his little one growing and growing. He's also been giving my chest more attention recently, drinking from me and wanting me to make more milk and grow bigger breasts. Finally hitting strides with lactation/breastfeeding has been so rewarding! It has been a journey with complications and struggles, but we both want me to be a good milky cow, so pushing through the hard times has been worth it. Changing my body to please Him and accommodate His babies is of course my natural obligation to Him.
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did ya enjoy being pregnant and having your first born daughter inside of your belly for 10 months??
Yes absolutely! It was such a smooth pregnancy, I feel so lucky to have a healthy baby girl and to have had no complications during the pregnancy.
I really do enjoy being pregnant. My body craves that full feeling. It is so fulfilling, truly and deeply. I am forever in awe of the beauty of the process of ceating life. Growing big and round makes me feel so magical, the way my body is able to stretch and accommodate the new life inside me is so powerful. I feel so proud when I have a big pregnant belly, it shows off how fruitful I am. I love having the ability to grow babies and I love showing that ability off.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, Grant and I went to a friend's Christmas party. I wore a cropped sweater, so my belly was on display. I love showing off to our friends. I was pretty big by then, and didn't like being on my feet very long. I mingled at the party for a bit, but pretty quickly found a good place to sit and hunkered down there. Grant would check on me and bring me the different snacks the party had to offer. My daughter was very active, and had visible kicks pretty often, especially when I ate a lot of sugar. She was also nocturnal in there and would keep me up at night kicking me! All that to say, as the night went on people got drunk and shameless and my belly got more and more active with little flurries of kicks. So many people came over to me to chat with me and rub my belly! Stuff like that also makes me love being pregnant. I love talking to people about past pregnancies or wanting to be pregnant, and just seeing people's face light up when they've got their hand on my belly and they feel a kick!
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My lovely husband bought me supplements from a brand called legendairy milk, and the supplement is called Cash Cow!!!?! I'm blushing ear to ear
#lilwifeytalks#lactacting#milk machine#his baby factory#pregnant hucow#i do believe these wont be safe to take until after I've given birth but I'm excited to try them
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I wonder if Grant will ever give me a girl or if his sperm are entirely male
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Hey y'all I'm 37 weeks today! The baby has finally gotten too big to kick me so much, now he just squirms around a little and as we get closer to the big day he'll start to have more of a normal sleeping pattern as well. I've definitely been enjoying the less frequent movement and getting some good sleep myself. For a change my husband has been complaining about me snoring, Haha! I've been spending my time waddling as fast as I can to go pee, peeing, napping, and snacking. My pelvis, hips, and legs have been hurting so I've been laying down as much as my to-do list and the boys will let me. All is well, growing this baby as big and healthy as I can 🤰
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I'm 39 weeks today! Baby is officially full term. My back is hurting very badly. I'm experiencing pelvic pain from the baby being head down. The baby also has run out of room to be able to kick or punch in there so there's only squirming and turning. Which at this size is it's own intense feeling. It feels like everything inside me moves or pulls when the baby turns. I think my sensations are also just heightened from being in pain. I'm taking it very easy. And back pain like this is normal at this stage. I'll be spending my days propped up on 40 pillows until baby gets here
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I'm 38 weeks + 2 days today!
There's not too much to update you on. The Braxton Hicks have been getting more intense and being in discomfort is effecting my sleep again. Having that two weeks of deep sleep was lovely, I guess that's over for awhile 😅
Having leaky breasts continues, we are stocked up on nursing pads. It's just non-stop and I'm doing my best to eat well and stay hydrated and follow the doctor's orders for the sake of the quality of my breast milk.
The nesting instinct is the only thing giving me energy, I've been waddling around organizing and cleaning in preparation for the baby and in preparation for when I'll definitely be out for the count and unable to do some things that need done around the house.
We're coasting along until baby gets here
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How much weight did you gain with your pregnancy during covid? It sounds like someone enjoyed themselves!!
Before my first I was 115.
My second pregnancy during covid I went from 137 to 175 (38 lbs)
I've gained and lost and lost and gained since then and I'm currently at 158 lbs. I'll probably hit around 163 with this pregnancy because I'm at the last stretch where you gain about a pound a week.
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Do you have a lactation kink?
A little bit of one, yeah 😉
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I'm in my scroll around on Pinterest and make moodboards while breastfeeding era
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Hope you have a great day today
I'm having an absolutely lovely Sunday. Our little girl has given us her first smile! She's 5 weeks and 2 days today. She's keeping us all busy and keeping me on her schedule. Grant Jr has started going to preschool to ease him in to things because he'll be going to Kindergarten this August! Seeing Grant and Grant Jr leave the house in the morning together has just been so heart melting 💓
I've got a full home and a full heart. Wishing everyone a happy and cozy lazy Sunday. And a happy St Patty's Day 🍀
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You need to get feed to the brim everyday. Tummy so stuffed full its even bigger than when you woke up
I'm so packed full already, but my body is still growing this baby so who am I to say no to that? 😋🍽️
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I think Grant wants a whole gaggle of children
Definitely! He and I both want to have as many as we can safely have
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Are you currently pregnant?
No, not currently 🪹
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