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I think my heart just exploded and I can’t find the pieces.
-vacuum’s them up for you.-
Here, you can keep them. I didn’t need them, anyway.
I promise to take excellent care of them.
I’m gonna take a break. I think I wrote considerably enough today.
at least I'm writing the wedding already so, you know, IT’S HAPPENING.
Hello, and welcome to my little PSA on pregnancy and labour in fanfiction.
I have rather a ‘thing’ for a well-written pregnancy fic but all too often I find they are obviously written by people who have never had a child. In other words, it’s glorified and prettied up and SO HORRIBLY INACCURATE that it makes me want to cry.
Pregnancy is NOT magical. Amazing, yes. I still can’t get my head around the fact that I once grew a whole human from scratch and she’s now walking and talking and singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. But it’s not magical. Mostly, it sucks. And it’s not glamorous.
So here is my very long information post on pregnancy from conception to birth, written to hopefully correct misconceptions that those writers without sprogs may have about this ‘magical’ event.