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We here at BBOA have a lot to say about this whole octuplet mess, but this story warranted immediate posting.
If you insist on having children, and you insist on using fertility drugs, you have a responsibility to insist on being RATIONAL and REASONABLE about implantation and reduction. It is your first and most important job as a parent: ensuring that all of your children make it through their entire gestation, ensuring that they are healthy and well, and ensuring that you are capable of caring for them. For the love of god and all that is holy, what was this woman thinking?
How is this even a debate!? Of course pregnant teens should be entitled to prenatal care. Individual rights trump everything. Teach your kids about birth control as well…we all need to avoid this mess.

One week ago, one of my very best friends from college (the Texan in Alaska – I’ve written about her before) gave birth to her first child, a gorgeous, tiny, perfect boy she and her husband named Matthew. I was in the middle of getting a new tattoo (heartbreak, impulse, whatever, it’s gorgeous) when the very first picture of this lovely creature appeared on my cellphone. The minute the needle was out of my arm (ow!), I opened the text and immediately gasped. There he was, this little person, curled up on his mama’s chest, and there she was, a mama. At last. I will not deny that my stomach did a flip when I saw them, and I definitely will not deny that I teared up – anyone who’s met me knows that I cry all the damn time. But the biggest thing that happened? I had a sudden sharp ache in my heart.
On this blog, I’ve never claimed to be ‘child-free,’ I’ve never claimed to be opposed to kids who already exist. And I’ve never said – to anyone – that I don’t want to have children. But one week ago, for the first time in my adult life, I felt a longing, a yearning for a child of my own.
Luckily, I talked to the Texan transplant yesterday. The honesty for which she’s become famous is still very much intact, and once I heard about her scabbed nipples, I was back to feeling like myself again. Ruined shirts from downpours of breast milk? Stitches in places I never want to tear? Pass the pills and the condoms and the episodes of Jon & Kate, y’all. No babies for me (yet).
— Amelia
Once you have one, you will surely want 14.
THE doctor who sparked the scare over the safety of the MMR vaccine for children changed and misreported results in his research, creating the appearance of a possible link with autism, a Sunday Times investigation has found.
(via alexbalk)
Listen, if you have to have children, please vaccinate your children.
I just stumbled across this amusing blog while researching the eating disorder Pica. It is written by a labor & delivery nurse and filled with hilariously frightening anecdotes, including this:
“One of the relatively new (new to our unit, not the medical profession) docs was hanging out at the nurses station the other night telling stories from her previous practice in another state.
Apparently, one day she got a call from a new mom begging for the morning after pill.
You just delivered a baby 4 days ago, Dr. N told her, you shouldn’t be having sex.
Oh, we didn’t really have sex, the patient said, my husband did my armpit and it leaked down into my belly button…isn’t that a direct line to my uterus?
You’re probably safe, Dr. N told her. And then she laughed and she laughed.”
THERE ARE WOMEN OUT THERE WHO THINK THEY CAN BECOME PREGNANT VIA THEIR BELLY BUTTONS. Also, there are people having armpit sex.

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Do you really want to put yourself in a position in which you can’t jackhammer anymore?
Don’t you dare think of knocking boots in the spring and having a baby in the winter. You will have a short kid, causing him a life time of pain and rejection. You selfish selfish bitch.

Do you really want a baby drinking your blood for six months?
Alternately, do you really want a baby who will grow up to post this kind of question on the internet?
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She twittered the birth to be precise. Nothing is safe in this technological era, not even your afterbirth.