Not Discussed Enough, Often True: The Notion Of “Pregnancy Kink”
I used to workout with this kid Kevin, who is now a local School Board representative near me. Nice enough guy. I’d even classify us as “friends bordering on really acquaintances” at one point. Anyway. Life is chapters, you know?
He had five kids, which probably helped him get onto School Board. One time we were working out, and he told me, “I was ready to wave the white flag at kid 3.” Well, at the time I was in the early stages of infertility stuff and I didn’t really want Kevin’s virility waved in my face, so I asked him, “Hey, like, aren’t there ways to stop at 3?” I think it rhymes with sah kect a me. He basically then admitted to me that his wife had a little bit of a preggers kink. Nice.
Now look, I ain’t talking about porn here. I mean women that love being pregnant and maybe/maybe not love the corresponding motherhood that typically (all love to the miscarriage and infertility crowd, I’m one of you) comes with pregnancy.
There is a very specific “I wanna be pregnaaaaaant” crowd that can kinda take or leave the drastically annoying parts of motherhood once the kid is Earth-side.
