In Danger of Babby

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Pregnancy terrifies me. Let me illustrate for you why.

WARNING: This analogy might be upsetting to some, or have an undesired effect on the reader. If you are easily shaken or easily offended, now is the time to stop reading. You've been warned.


Imagine you have to walk across a nine lane highway that doesn't see a lot of traffic. 

You have to take about thirty days to cross each lane because it's impossible to go any faster or slower. Your body gets bigger, warmer, and hungrier with every few steps, but you can't stop walking. 

Again, there's little to no traffic on this specific highway--however, if there happens to be any oncoming traffic, it's impossible to get out of the way. Even if you can see it coming from miles away. Any vehicle that comes at you varies in speed, size, and weight, so, if there is an impact, the damage taken also varies. 

Damage taken can include, but isn't limited to: minor bruises, minor impact but lasting damage, lasting physical trauma, lifelong disability, or lethal impact. No matter if you've been hit or not, you still have to keep going. Unless the impact is lethal and results in death at the scene, you don't know exactly what damage has been done until you get to the other side, and sometimes that's when the death is discovered.

You do have people who can guide you along the way, help you spot oncoming traffic, or even give you someone to lean on while you trudge ahead, but if there is a vehicle coming, it hits only you and no one else around you is even touched.

Most people get to the other side of this highway without any issues or injuries, whatsoever, but even these people's bodies will still never be the same when it's all done.

That is why pregnancy terrifies me.

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