#laboring

[nancypreggo]

fill for an @imagineyourepregnant request also inspo from @pleasure-victim from this post tags/kinks: afab!reader, long, painful/difficult birth, home birth, unassisted(ish) birth, lactation

A woman is pregnant with septuplets (7 babies). Despite multiples usually coming early, she manages to make it to her due date. Her and her husband wake up to head to the hospital for a planned c-section, only to find a blizzard trapped them in their house. She then goes into labor and she's forced to deliver all seven babies with no medicine and just her husband helping her. The babies are large, some are in the wrong position, and the entire thing is excruciatingly long and painful for her.

Seven babies was quite a way to start a large family. You knew your family was fertile-- as was his-- judging from both yours and his many siblings, aunties, and uncles... but the most anyone had had on either side of your family was triplets. You supposed it was just a bit of luck on your side that gave you two such a wonderful blessing and you were both more than happy to fill your large house with all seven little babies.

Although your GYN had strongly insisted that you be admitted and put on observation at least during your last month of pregnancy, you politely declined. It was already going to be bad enough that you had to spend the necessary days in the hospital when you actually delivered them and you wanted to keep that stay as short as possible. If it were up to you, you wouldn't be getting a C-section at all but with so many babies-- and unusually large ones at that-- it was the safest and least painful method of getting them home.

On the morning of your scheduled C-section, you woke up with a pain in your back, towards the base of your spine. It was nothing too out of the ordinary since you were carrying seven very large, at-term babies, but coupled with the on-and-off contractions from the night previous, you were just glad you were heading to the hospital that day. You got out of bed with a little chill; it had been getting cold these days and you fluffy robe didn't even manage to cover any of your oversized, oblong stomach anymore.

Waddling into the bathroom to relieve yourself, you took a little breath and whined; the pain was only getting worse and you thought to wake your husband up early so you could start making your way to the hospital. When you were just about to brush your teeth, you looked out the window and realized you couldn't see into the neighbor's yard like you always could. In fact, you couldn't see hardly anything at all because of the falling snow.

Dropping the toothbrush and forgetting it altogether, you rushed as much as your large form would take you to wake up your husband. "Honey! Wake up..!"

Sure enough, when the two of you made it out towards the front of the house to inspect the driveway and the roads... You were completely snowed in. No one was coming or going and there was no way an ambulance was going to make it to the house while this blizzard was raging on.

"Ow..!" You yelped as your clutched the side of your stomach, your knees buckling under you as the pain of your latest contraction told ahold of you. Thankfully your husband was right there by your side to catch you and help you lean against the closest sturdy surface. "I think... I think the babies-- they aren't going to wait," you told him.

You and your husband were in no way, shape, or form, even moderately prepared to deliver one baby-- let alone seven. You had gone to Lamaze classes together but with a C-section in the plans, neither one of you had bothered to learn anything about natural birth.

You paled at the thought of pushing out seven babies with absolutely no anesthesia or an epidural. There wasn't even a way for a doctor to do a episiotomy to have the babies come through easier.

You were physically on your own when it came to delivering these babies into the world.

Your husband attempted to call 9-1-1 to at least alert of them of what was happening and possibly get medical advice over the phone but the blizzard raging on outside had the phone lines down. You both were just grateful to have electricity and access to hot water.

"I... I need to lie down," you cried, and your husband helped you to waddle your way back to the bedroom. Halfway there, another contraction gripped your stomach with a vice-like pressure that had you forcing out a painful howl. A torrent of fluid gushed out from between your legs and made an absolute mess on the hardwood floors. "O-oh... Oh, fuck-- th-they.. They're really coming..!"

"Let's go, love; let's get you back into bed and I'll look." Your husband tried to remain calm as he guided you into bed and helped you take off your robe. When you laid down, he took off your panties and gasped at the sight before him. He told you that you were dilating and there was already a mass bulging out your sex. When he pushed a few fingers into you, he gasped again. "Sweetheart, I think I can feel the first one!"

Tears ran down your cheeks at the realization as you looked up at your husband. He was trying his best to remain calm for your sake but you could tell he was just as scared as you were. The contractions were practically one on top of another, and the pains were becoming even more intense.

Sobbing out loud, you grasped at the bedsheets beneath you and it felt like you were opening up from the inside out. "Ohh, f-fuck..!" you yelled, feeling a burning sensation between your legs. The first baby had entered your birth canal and was fully engaged. Your body told you to push and with the next painful contraction, you did exactly that.

You let out a low, guttural moan as you pushed with all of your strength, your large tits bouncing up and down the large globe of your belly as you shook. You felt like you were being split apart and this was only the first of seven whopping babies.

"Oh g-god... I don't think I can do this..!" you cried out, falling back against the bed after the apex of your contraction ended. You reached down between your legs to feel for yourself but you hadn't yet made any progress. According to your husband, the baby wasn't even crowning.

With another sob, you thrashed your head back and forth, shaking your head as if you were literally refusing to go through with this. Unfortunately you had no choice. In fact, the next contraction was even more intense that it took you by surprise.

With legs spread apart wide, you reached up and grasp the backs of your knees and bore down with everything that you have. The shape of your ballooning belly shifted as you pushed, and that unimaginable burn comes back in full force.

"The baby! I can-- I can see the first baby..!" your husband announced. He rubbed your overly-stretched labia to ease your pain to no avail. This time you're able to get the baby to at least a full crown before falling back on the bed again, your chest heaving with dramatic breaths.

You're a sweaty mess, hair matting to the side of your face and your giant tits were freely leaking milk down your body. As much as you wanted to deny this and get your C-section, you were made to do this. You didn't have a choice.

You sobbed as your cunt squeezed around your newborn's wide head, it feeling impossibly large. You remembered your GYN telling you at your last appointment that each baby easily weighed nine to ten pounds but from the intense feeling between your legs you begged to differ; the baby was definitely much larger.

Another vicious contraction mounted and you had no choice but to bear down and push again, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks as you curled in on yourself as much as your inflated body allowed.

"Just a little more-- don't stop pushing, baby..!" Your husband cheers you on and you wish you could punch him in the face. You were doing all of the hard work over here and you were the one in excruciating pain. You pushed for as long as you could and suddenly-- it taking you by surprise-- the widest part of the head came and it felt like you were being split in half.

With a shrill, high-pitched scream, you bucked your hips up and your first baby's head shot out of you. You could feel your tender cunt lips gaping around the baby's thick neck but it's a much needed reprieve for you now that the head isn't lodged inside of you. "Oh, fuck... F-fuck, fuck," you cried, your chest still heaving with breaths. You can feel your husband caressing your abused sex, lifting the baby's head where it dangled between your legs.

Your husband looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. "They're so beautiful, sweetheart. You're doing such an amazing job--" he told you.

Although his sentiment is sweet and you adored the fact that he already loved this baby so much and they aren't even fully birthed yet, his kind words did nothing to alleviate your contractions or your discomfort. You can't even begin to think about the fact that you still have to do this six more times.

You decided to breathe through the next contraction, your body still not recovered from birthing the large baby's head. It would take a lot of strength to push the rest of the baby out and you could already feel their large, stocky shoulders filling you up and stretching.

"Pl-please..." you pleaded with your husband, "I-- I want a C-section, please... Please cut them out of me..."

Just as your husband opened his mouth to reply, another contraction seized your whole being and you groaned. You pushed yourself up with your arms into a vague sitting position, bearing down to push out the baby's shoulders. You could feel the overgrown newborn's thick shoulder pressing right up against your most sensitive spots an as you pushed, pleasure and pain mixed together to create an indescribable feeling.

As your screams crescendoed, the baby's shoulders were finally pushed through. The baby dangled there for a moment before your husband carefully pulled it out the rest of the way. You whined at the sensation and when the baby was finally pulled from you, your stretched cunt gaped around nothing.

Your husband's voice sounded far away as you lulled between states of consciousness and it wasn't until you felt a heavy weight on your chest that you lifted your head from the sweat-soaked pillow and noticed the squalling baby. "It's a girl," your husband told you with tears in his eyes.

The little girl wasn't very little at all; she was at least 23 inches long and easily weighed 11 lbs. She was flailing with the strength that was rare to see in newborns but then again most newborns weren't as large as her.

"O-oh my god, I-I can't believe I..." you started to speak, your husband moving to help you sit up so you could properly hold your new daughter against your chest.

Just as you turned your head to look up at your husband, a familiar pain gripped your insides. You winced and your stomach contorted under the pressure. Unable to speak because of the pain, you motioned for your husband to take your daughter you'd only just met so you could begin pushing her newest sibling into the world.

You had heard that in the case of multiples, once the first baby was born usually the others came along a little easier since the first was usually the biggest. As you strained to push the second baby through your birth canal you wanted to choke whoever spread that load of bullshit.

The baby that had lowered themself into your birth canal and was forcing you open from the inside out felt either as big as their older sister, if not even larger. "I... I can't..!" you cried as your cunt bloomed ungracefully around the baby.

"You can..!" Your husband continued to cheer you on, moving back between your legs while still holding onto the baby. "O-oh..! Oh, shit..."

Your husband's tone alerted you immediately and you looked down between your legs, anxious to see what was wrong. "What-- What is it..?!" you asked as another contraction came over you and you pushed weakly.

Feeling your husband's fingers against your aching sex, you felt a tug from within you. "It's a foot..!" Another tug as you realized then that your second baby was breech.

The next thirty minutes consisted of you pushing to the best of you ability and your husband uselessly attempting to help pull the baby out but it didn't seem possible without hurting the baby. You were on your own with this one. You had managed to get both feet delivered but your newest son apparently had a thick body that proved extremely difficult to deliver. Little by little you had managed to get your second baby half-way out but the progress was far too slow for your liking or your waning energy.

You could feel the other babies shifting in your womb, all of them impatient to make their appearances as well. You could already feel a third baby settling low in your womb, surely hot on the feet-- or head-- of the baby previous.

"N-no, no, no, no, noooo," you sobbed. Your husband had placed your firstborn into a bassinet and had taken his place behind you, holding you up for support so you could better push. Unfortunately it only did very little to help as you babies were just too big and too many to be pushed out naturally with no medicine or help whatsoever.

"You're doing amazing, baby-- pushing my babies out so well..." Your husband cooed in your ear as he massaged your tits. The stimulation helped to take the edge off and you would take anything at this point.

Another four agonizing pushes later and the baby's body was fully free. Your husband had set up your full-length mirror at the foot of your bed so you could both see your babies being delivered. When you peered between your legs, your suspicions were confirmed-- your son was even bigger than his older sister.

"I ne-need your help getting the head out... I'm so tired," you complained, your head lulling to the side. It had been more than an hour since you'd started pushing and you hadn't even managed to deliver the first two of your large brood.

When your husband moved back between your legs, he wedged a couple of fingers into your vagina. The added width made your already stretched, sensitive flesh burn even further and you clenched around him and your baby as a knee-jerk reaction. "H-hurts... hurts, hurts," you cried.

Your husband just gently shushed you, using his free hand to rub your swollen belly. "I know, baby, but I gotta make sure the cord's not around the baby's neck. Just bear with me for a little..."

The baby would wait for no one and as another contraction mounted, you were forced to push even with your husband's fingers inside of you. Very slowly the baby's features appeared from behind your over-stretched lips. First its chin, its lips, its nose, and then the rest of its head shot out with a gush of fluid. You wailed the entire time, your body trembling with aftershocks of the pain even as the baby was expelled from you.

"This one's even bigger," your husband said with an astonished voice. He told you that this one was at least thirteen pounds and measured longer than his sister.

Like you had suspected moments ago, you could feel your third baby settling into your birth canal. You knew you weren't going to have very much time to rest before your body was demanding that you push out yet another baby. You had barely caught your breath when you felt the large head of your next baby fully engaged. You supposed you were at least grateful that this one was positioned correctly.

Your back was aching from having delivered two babies already and you pleaded with your husband to help you move to sit on the edge of the bed and labor that way. With each foot placed firmly on the floor, you arched your back and let out another guttural moan. Your large sphere of a belly jutted out, obscuring your husband's viewpoint of your stretching cunt. It helped only vaguely to labor in this way; this baby was quite large as well.

"Ugh, th-this is one c-coming alreadyyy..!" you moaned, throwing your head back as you pushed. Having spent so much time delivering the first two, your strength was nearly depleting and your pushes were much weaker. It made progress come to a full standstill with your heavy baby just sitting right at the entrance of your sore cunt. If pushing out two had already made you so tired, you didn't know how you were going to get all seven out. You were afraid you were going to be pregnant forever, doomed to spend the rest of your days trying to push your large babies out.

You sobbed in pain as wave after wave of contractions came over you, your sore cunt throbbing. The head was so big and you could feel your sex bulging yet again as your body urged you to push. Adrenaline gave you strength from somewhere unknown and you gave into your physical instincts, pushing and bearing down on your child like a whelping bitch.

Your husband urged you to lean back further and pushed your legs apart so he could get a better look and gasped. "Oh, sweetheart-- the baby's already crowning. You're doing so well..!" he said, almost amazed that this one was seemingly coming out so easily.

Squirming where you sat, you were forced to push again and you could feel the burning sensation in your cunt intensify. You felt helpless as your womb clenched down, forcing your babies out from their overstayed welcome.

With a gush of fluid and blood, the head shot out and you screamed at the top of your lungs. As much as you wanted to close your legs and stop hell from continuing, you couldn't. The descending baby forced your legs apart and your body was no longer your own. You were a baby factory meant only to bring your babies into the world. The pain was too much for you and as contractions gripped your belly and tried to push your babies out, you couldn't muster up the strength to actually push.

When the baby managed to lower itself enough for your husband to pull it the rest of the way out, you let out another cry before fully passing out from the extreme exertion and pain.

The four babies still in your womb shifted, your journey not even half over yet.

[luulapants]

If anyone has taken their eyes off what's happening to federal workers in the US right now, here's some highlights that we're hearing from our comrades across the government who have not yet been fired:

In one building (hosting multiple agencies), the locks on the bathroom were changed so employees no longer have any access to a bathroom during the workday. People are peeing in trash cans.

Elsewhere, multiple agencies have reported that hand soap is no longer being supplied in the bathrooms.

Toilet paper supplies have not been adjusted to meet the needs of a vastly increased number of in-office employees.

Employee-owned coffee and coffee makers have been stolen or thrown away without notice (it was already illegal for taxpayer dollars to be spent on supplying federal employees with amenities like coffee, so many offices have coffee supplied by pooled employee funds).

Meanwhile, many offices don't even have potable drinking water (recurrent legionella outbreaks), so employees have to bring their own water from home.

Despite an explosion in the number of workers in offices, cleaning budgets have been slashed and many offices are not being cleaned regularly enough to remain sanitary. Pests like roaches and rats are a problem.

The firings continue, legal and illegal. Entire programs are being cut. Managers have no idea when they might lose staff. Employees are getting fired at 6pm on a weekend or finding out when they're unable to log into their computer or when they receive a shipping label in the mail to return their equipment.

Through all of this, the DOGE employees in federal workplaces are enjoying incredible and expensive luxury: AI-powered sleep pods, entire dormitories so they can live in federal buildings, nurseries for their children on site, free food and beverages, laundry services, and who knows what else. They have special security to restrict access to their areas of the buildings, including armed guards.

And I'm not just saying this to lament how bad it is for federal workers. I'm saying this because, as workers are reporting this to one another, the response is, inevitably: "This is illegal." "Yes, but who would I report it to? OPM? They're a DOGE puppet. OSHA? They've cut OSHA. The Inspectors General? Cut. The NLRB? Cut. My union? No longer recognized."

There is no one left to enforce these laws, so taking away access to basic sanitation is now effectively legal. They are doing this to federal workers, who historically have been some of the best-protected workers in the country. They are doing this specifically because it demonstrates to the public sector that it is now legal to do these things to their own workers.

[redstonedust]

it turns out a lot of people are actually on the same page about whether or not they'd work if they didn't have to earn money, we just all seem to have wildly different definitions of what counts as work. i'll see one person say "of course i would, i'd still want to create art and volunteer in my local community" and another say "hell no i wouldn't, i'd quit work and just create art and volunteer in my local community" and then they look at eachother like they said something incomprehensible.

[yellenabelova]

#Happy Labor Day to Shrek I guess

[mimimar]

(open pages for better image quality)

the moment I heard elphaba's delivery of "there's a girl i know..." in i'm not that girl i knew i had to draw this comic, i strongly recommend listening to it while you read for the full experience!

this comic is a companion to this piece (which was inspired by glinda's delivery of the same line in the i'm not that girl reprise).

pages 1-4 are from elphie's pov, pages 5-8 are from glinda's.

prints of individual pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

flower meanings in order of appearance:

[aroaceofdiamonds]

SAG-AFTRA IS STRIKING AGAIN

This time, for video games.

Some key information:

They are striking so all performers will have protection against AI

The struck companies are those signed to the Interactive Media Agreement

The listed companies by SAG-AFTRA include Activision Productions Inc, Blindlight LLC, Disney Character Voices Inc, Electronic Arts Productions Inc, Formosa Interactive LLC, Insomniac Games Inc, Llama Productions LLC, Take 2 Productions Inc, VoiceWorks Productions Inc and WB Games Inc. Though this may not be everyone.

Important things from the FAQ:

Some games from struck companies are non-struck (due to the Collective Bargaining Agreement still being in effect)

Localisations will be affected if covered under the Interactive Localization Agreement

Actors who are part of SAG-AFTRA cannot work for non-union or independent/low-budged productions during the strike unless they are signed to an Interim Interactive Media Agreement, Interim Interactive Localization Agreement or a Tiered-Budget Independent Interactive Media Agreement

Similarly to the previous strike, struck work cannot be promoted. This includes accepting awards for performances in struck games. This does NOT include hosting/performing a skit at an awards show and San Diego Comic Con (the latter due to the close proximity to the calling of the strike)

As implied by the point above, SAG-AFTRA performers cannot partake in panels related to struck games or companies, including finished games produced by struck companies

The best way to check if a game is struck is to use the search tool provided by SAG-AFTRA

Most importantly: You are NOT being asked to stop playing video games, as highlighted in the FAQ for creators and streamers. This does NOT cross the picket line. Though please do talk about the strike and show your solidarity

I expect to see the same amount of support from y'all that we saw in the last strike. Just because it's video games doesn't mean performers deserve any less support and protection.

Also please reblog with any additions (with sources - we are NOT here to spread misinformation)! And please correct me if anything listed here is incorrect.

SOURCES:

Video Game Strike FAQs | SAG-AFTRA (sagaftra.org)

SAG-AFTRA Members Who Work on Video Games Go on Strike | SAG-AFTRA (sagaftra.org)

[liberalsarecool]

Strong progressive parties with engaged labor unions are the best defense against fascism.

Corporate tyranny is the enemy. Billionaire overlords want you destitute.

[politijohn]

Source

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[saywhat-politics]

March 27, 2025, 12:15 PM EDT

By Ja'han Jones

As Florida officials enable Trump’s mass deportation policies, lawmakers in the state are looking to children to take on some of the jobs that have typically been done by immigrants.

Making its way through the state Senate is a new law, Senate Bill 918, that aims to loosen child labor laws and allow teenagers to work overnight shifts.

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[andhumanslovedstories]

The healthcare strike in Portland, Oregon is in its third week with no clear end in sight. Front-line caregivers with the Providence Healthcare System negotiating union contracts at multiple hospitals that would improve employee working conditions and protect legally-mandated nurse:patient ratios so nurses don't get assigned an unmanageable and unsafe number of patients per shift. There's been some progress with negotiations, and the governor of the state is putting pressure on both sides to end the strike soon, but Providence continues to hold out on key issues.

As a float pool nurse, every shift I go to whatever floor is understaffed. In nearly every unit I've been to, there have been patients who still be in the ICU, getting one to one care. But because we don't have enough critical care staff, we transfer them to lower levels of care so that even sicker patients can get beds. This is not safe for patients or staff. And it's not just medical safety. It takes time to talk out a problem instead of calling security, or to help someone with severe mobility issues go to the bathroom, or to sit with someone crying. The kind of care that makes you feel like a person, not just a patient, takes time. The more patients I have per shift, the less time I have for each of them.

A strike is our strongest negotiating tactic. And as long as we're on strike, we're not getting paid. The longer you don't get paid, the harder it is to not cross the picket line. We're already out two paychecks so far. A lot of people cannot afford to lose that much income. As the primary income earner for our household: GOD I would love to make money again. That is what Providence is banking on. They're losing a TON of money during this strike, but they've got deeper pockets than their workers. They are betting that they can survive the strike longer than the union can.

You can support the strike by donating to the Oregon Nurses Association's hardship fund which provides money to caregivers so they don't have to scab. (I'll put a link in a reblog I'll make right after posting this.) There's also a public petition you can sign that I'll also link. And if you're in the Portland area, we've got picket lines at like nine different places at any given point. Even just awareness is helpful. Providence wants people to be angry at the striking healthcare workers, not them.

[thatrandomblogsays]

I’m so happy for them

[Image Description: Castiel from Supernatural is saying I love you, underneath is an image of Dean Winchester with the caption: “After four months of striking the WGA has a reached a tentative agreement & finalizing the contract. If all goes well writers will get to return to work with better pay and protections. They did it. Go unions”]

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[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

the number of swords with incredibly hyperspecific powers in Arthuriana really delights me:

Then they girded on a sword: it was such a sword that any woman in labor — even if her life hung in the balance — would be delivered of her child at once if struck on the head with the flat of the naked blade.

— First Percival Continuation, Nigel Bryant translation

this is just a sword that Gawain is using for normal quest stuff btw

[violetheart77]

that time of year again

[thoughtportal]

Gentrified food snacks