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This isn’t at any one specific person (it’s the culmination of various experiences from people I’ve already blocked) but, guys,: I put my pronouns in my bio for a reason.

I can understand not knowing what nb stands for but I feel like “they/them” is at least a pretty good clue. I know some of y’all might be quick to consider me a girl because it’s easier for you or it fits the whole fantasy narrative we’ve got going on here but I need you to understand that when you do that, you are creating a character of me, not acknowledging me as I am. Calling me a woman isn’t going to give me day-ruining dysphoria or anything but I’ve gotten a number of messages from people trying to suss out what I “really” am, as if I’m going to be like “lol! You got me, I was just pretending to be nonbinary ;)”

I understand that the nature of this content means that questions about whether or not I have kids/am biologically capable of having kids is just par for the course, but if you keep prodding me for an answer that I’ve already given you then I’m just going to assume that you don’t respect me and don’t have any reading comprehension skills. My gender is whatever makes you gay for being attracted to me.

Also, let it be known that I’m not going to get mad at you if you struggle with using gender-neutral language because you’re not used to used to it or because your native language doesn’t have many gender-neutral terms. I know that these things can take a while to adjust to and the stray misstep isn’t a big deal. But if you consistently ignore or try to rewrite my identity to make it convenient for you then you are disrespecting me and I’m going to stop interacting with you.

When in doubt, follow my lead. If I’m writing a post and referring to myself as a mother or housewife, then it’s ok to refer to me in those terms. If I’m using vague language, then I would rather be seen as neither male nor female. Read the room a little.

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Imagine you didn’t know you were pregnant when you went into labor

Imagine you didn’t know you were pregnant when you went into labor. Your light symptoms had easily been explained away by other conclusions, like your already-irregular cycle, and you hadn’t gotten very big. Your stomach had pouched out into a small, firm slope as if you were bloated, something you’d attributed to a newly increased appetite.

You haven’t had much morning sickness over the course of your pregnancy, but today you woke up ill. Since your cycles are so irregular you’d figured it must be time for another painful period, and if that wasn’t enough you also feel… Heavy. It’s strange– not quite like you’re constipated, but like there’s a softball weighing down on your pelvis, giving you occasional cervical cramps.

After a few hours of rolling around in bed, you get up to go eat, unable to wait much longer. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal and sit on the couch, vaguely aware of your tense abdominal muscles, and try to relax. Midway through your bowl, you have to put it down and breathe, clenching your fingers on your couch’s cushions as a cramp shoots up through you. It feels like that softball of pressure is being pressed down inside of you, and that pressure comes with a rather long cramp. The cramp eventually leaves, but the pressure doesn’t, prompting you to hurry to the bathroom.

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rafe: yuriy’s in labor this is not fun time this is serious, i can’t ask for a turn, he’s not doing this for fun

rafe’s brain: wanna fun bouncy wheeeeeee

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more doodles this time ft. gavin

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Today one of the cats I’m watching bit me on the nipple, of all places. She’s not usually a biter but she just stood up on my legs, locked eyes with me, and took a big chomp right in the center. I can understand people wanting to suck on my titty, but a 4 year old Cornish Rex???? Wtf.

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Some more pictures of my advent calendar! You can find all on my Twitter!

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30 minutes daily preggo sketch no.90

Just one more sketch after this and I will have caught up with last year’s preggo sketch series. I think in 2021 this might be a weekly dump of sketches rather than daily.

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I come home to you so dilated. You gripping the sheets with a puddle around you. There’s no time for a hospital. I help you deliver the baby on the bed. No meds. No doctors. Just you pushing a big baby out of you, screaming and sweating as you panic and I try to calm you.

I thought I would be fine until you got home from work, but as soon as my water broke I could tell this baby was coming NOW. I’m a blubbering mess when you find me, scared to push but too overwhelmed not to, knowing that this is going to hurt like hell. It does, and I push for hours, but you’re there to help me the whole time, and even catch our baby once it finally gets out of me. After surviving that, I’m pretty sure I can handle another unmedicated birth for the next big baby you put in me.

(( For: https://hixorkicks.tumblr.com/post/641943262193680384 ))

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Ok, here’s one for my followers. Let’s say you come across me in labor, 6-7 centimeters dilated. What would you do? What situation would you want me to be in? Is it just us, in the quiet of our own home? Are you the doctor delivering my baby in the hospital? Are you an Uber driver watching me grip the handles off of your car doors? I’m curious to know! Tell me what’s going on, what you do, how the rest of the birth goes.

(Note, I won’t publish/acknowledge any responses that involve rape or harm to the baby.)

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I stumble across you hiking in the forest, you've got your bottoms off already and laid down your jacket to sit on, your waters have broken and soaked the jacket through, and you're screaming in pain with your next contraction. I kneel down between your legs and start to feel around your belly maybe even check you... I'll rub your lips through contractions, help to relieve tha pain and pressure, until you have to push... hours later, the head pops out in a gush, and the body slides out quick

With how far along I was everyone warned me that going on a little hike was going to trigger labor. I just must not have been ready for how intense it can get when you’re alone on a mountain with a baby coming out of you. Thank god you were there to help with the worst of it and make sure both of us stayed safe from god knows what in those woods. You’re truly my hero.

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Ok, here’s one for my followers. Let’s say you come across me in labor, 6-7 centimeters dilated. What would you do? What situation would you want me to be in? Is it just us, in the quiet of our own home? Are you the doctor delivering my baby in the hospital? Are you an Uber driver watching me grip the handles off of your car doors? I’m curious to know! Tell me what’s going on, what you do, how the rest of the birth goes.

(Note, I won’t publish/acknowledge any responses that involve rape or harm to the baby.)

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Lol, no. One, I make sure to go before doing anything (though doing a scene has made me WANT to poop before and I’ve spent some time “pushing” on the toilet). Two, even though I do push, I hardly ever do it “right”. The actual muscles you end up using are the same ones you use to poop, but when I push I’m usually manipulating my diaphragm and the front part of my “uterus”, not my actual vagina. Obviously it doesn’t have the same effect, but when coupled with a strong imagination it can make for some good scene support.

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What would you do if I got you pregnant

Well, I don’t know who you are, but I guess that’s part of the appeal huh? When baby fever takes over I’ll take anyone who wants a piece of me. I might not have any idea who did this to me, but I know that you would be watching from a distance. As soon as I make an announcement and start posting pictures of me swelling up you would get the satisfaction of knowing that it was you who knocked me up. It’s more of a feeling, at first, but of course the twins are both going to look like you. It’s only then that I’ll have an idea of who their father is, and know who to go back to for the next batch....