girlfiend

In a pregnancy induced rage, I just freaked out over a message board full of pregnant women lambasting Britney Spears for having a c-section. These women, all of whom have those creepy baby tickers, are incensed that she’d dare to have anything other than a vaginal delivery. What the fuck? I think Britney’s as trashy as they come and I can’t stand her or K-fed. I’ll judge the fact that she dresses like a skank and uses public restrooms while barefoot, but her (or her doctor’s) decision to have a c-section is no one’s business but her own.

In an ideal world, we’d all be earth mothers with great big birthing hips and wide pelvises who can pop babies out without breaking a sweat, but in this, the real, messy world, the last thing a pregnant woman needs is to have to feel guilty for how she’s giving birth. Like that really fucking matters. One woman, who probably wouldn’t even know how to find a medical journal to back up her inane statement, suggested that by having a c-section she was endangering her child. That’s such bullshit. Smoking crack endangers an unborn child. Doing lines of coke while riding a motorcycle drunk endangers an unborn child. Not a fucking c-section. Get a grip.

I was able to look beyond the excessive use of the word “blessed,” the stupid baby tickers and animated smilies, but attacking someone for how they choose to give birth is a step too far. I’d like to participate in these message boards and be a part of a community of other pregnant women, but I just can’t be a part of a bunch of judgemental assholes.

I promise I won’t defend Britney any more, but in six months if I write something about inducing labor, scheduling a c-section or begging for an epidural keep your nasty comments to yourself. And if you’re one of those people whose signatures include a graphic of your babies who were taken home to be with Jesus, you should really reconsider. Dude, that’s even creepier than those baby tickers with the fetuses.