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During my second trimester with Cooper, I posted an entry on the DallasChild blog (I was an editor at the time), entitled “My Hubby is ‘Pregnant,’ Too.”
I lovingly (and laughingly) wrote: “OK, so my hubby, Chris, is no medical marvel, a la Arnold Schwarzenegger in Junior, but I think he’s getting pretty close. Since the day I said the words ‘You’re going to be a daddy!,’ Chris has been experiencing sympathetic pregnancy — and it’s cracking me up!”
Who knew that just a year and half later that another mommy-2-B would be able to relate so well, only she wouldn’t be kidding.
Thomas Beattie, a transgender man, has been making headlines of late with his shocking news that as a legal male, he has a bun in the oven.
I have always joked (as I’m sure most women during some miserable point of pregnancy or labor and delivery has) that the next kid was coming from my husband. But, wow, really? This is now a reality?
I don’t want to be so closed-minded as to say that I don’t think this is an “OK” advancement in the miracle that is modern science, but I also don’t want to be so quick to embrace an idea that strips away the very essence of womanhood.
I wonder: Has interchangeability replaced identity?
And when, exactly, did the world become a place where people are puzzles who simply pick and choose their pieces until they feel complete?
After all, if we were meant to experience — literally — the best of both worlds, then I would have the freedom to piss where I pleased and forgo the hours-long line for the ladies room.
-Diaper Diva
www.pardonourpoo.blogspot.com
