Explore Childbirth

You were in circumstances you had never imagined for yourself. This was a thought that passed through your mind routinely of late. In the small, brief moments of stillness you could not keep your thoughts from wandering to such places. What would your life had been if you had made it to the Carolinas like you were supposed to? What high society life would have had if The North Star had not been met with horrific waves and monstrous winds? Marriage, stability, you supposed, with frills, lace and corsets heighten your delicate features. This of course, was nothing of what you had now. The exposed sun had tanned your skin and brightened your mossy hair. You had given up long ago on keeping the wild strands pinned back in any sort of formal fashion and instead let it hang down your back, a weathered tricorn hat becoming your mainstay accessory. You had not had any intention of wearing a corset in years and now gagged at just the thought of one. As for the frills and lace? You wondered

Looking down the long table, snuggly fit next to the warm hearth, you could not help but smile at the busy ruckus that occurred at every meal time. Every squeal and shout that came was music to your ears. The pitter-patter of small feet chasing around your skirts as you corralled everyone to their proper place was something you would never tire of. You counted heads before dishing up plates, one hand pressed firmly on the small of your back, the other gently rubbing your huge belly in an attempt to soothe the strained pain coming from it. You were unconcerned about the pain, it was nothing you had not experienced before. In fact, this was the one thing you were perhaps best at in the entire world, birthing babies. It had started when Joshua Winthrop walked into the country store you worked at on Center Street of your little town. You had seen him before, your store was the closest means for supplies to his farm located far into the country side. He, like a number of other farmers in

Some people would say you’re alone. You are almost always alone. You are the proud proprietor of the Mt. McCall’s Trading Post. Isolated and pushed away from organized civilization, the nearest village was almost a whole day’s ride, you are quite on your own. Your Post had been in the family for generations, a rugged sort of family that lived a quite hardened life, alone in the mountain wilderness. The Post was essential to the kind of trade and exploration that occurred in the region. It was the last stop for any kind of necessary goods before moving into the unbridled dangers of the mountains beyond. As isolating as the position was, you took your place very seriously. The gardens you maintained in the summer produced enough to fill the shelves and needs of anyone who passed through. The blankets you made from the hides you traded brought in all the money you needed. You had lived on this mountain your entire life and here you would stay. People would say you are alone, cut off

*Trying something a little different from my normal stories; Mpreg/Mbirth* The day dragged on today as Colton went from class to class, trying to figure out what he did to upset his stomach. He didn’t want to go to the school nurse, it wasn’t that serious, but he wanted to cure whatever it was fast. His parents were out of town this weekend, so he was going to have the house to himself. Colton’s plan was to order pizza, wings and play video games all weekend in his boxers. His friend Aaron was coming over to keep him company and hopefully was able to get some beers using his fake ID. Colton was on the basketball team, standing at 6”2, one of the tallest in his whole class. He was handsome with brown hair and brown eyes, staying pretty fit due to practice. Colton rubs his stomach as he climbs the steps of his front porch, noting his parent’s car was still in the driveway. “Hey, I’m home!” He calls out and sees his mom standing at the kitchen counter, writing a note. “Oh perfect!

It was my freshman year of college, first semester and how do I start it off? Pregnant. Heavily pregnant at that. I was 37 weeks when classes started and now I’m a week overdue. My big belly was heavy on my small 5”2 frame. I felt like I was carrying a bowling ball around and it was one sneeze away from coming out from between my soft thighs. I’d never been a super thin girl but this pregnancy only made my curves stand out more. My tummy grew to a size that looked like I was overdue with twins rather than the one boy I was carrying. The father didn’t stick around long after I told him I was pregnant and that was fine by me. I had a great family and even though they were nervous with me dorming alone, they were only a phone call away. I finish up my PSYCH 101 class and grab my bag, giving Professor Wyatt a smile. He was only in his 30’s, making him a heartthrob on campus. The class starts to file out as I make sure I have everything, my hand stilling on my belly as I feel a big kick.

A mom-to-be in need meets the sweetest cab driver in NYC. The NYC streets were hustling and bustling as Veronica trudged on towards her office in lower Manhattan. This was no easy feat since she was nine months pregnant. A week late to be exact. She wore a business casual dress, the color deep purple against her creamy Irish skin. The fabric stretched further than it was meant to, accommodating her heavy belly and swollen breasts. Her long brown waves flowed behind her back, curled slightly with an iron at the ends. Veronica couldn’t wait for this baby to be born so she could go back to focusing on her career. It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to be a mother at all, but she was only twenty-five and trying to climb the corporate ladder at her publishing company. One night filled with too many tequila shots and a man she never saw again changed that. One thing she loved about this belly was people moved out of her way, even in New York. She felt like she was parting the sea of people

Spontaneous Mpreg/MBirth The setting sun looked eery as it shone across Eric’s snowy front yard. The cold front that was coming in seemed to be coming already, making him happy that he and his wife, Sara, were fully prepared for the coming blizzard. The two had been married for five years, trying every old wives tale in the book to conceive a child. No luck so far, Eric thinks as he stares out the window. He knew Sara was getting desperate, buying all sorts of herbal methods and jumping his bones practically every night. That part he didn’t mind one bit. Eric just didn’t want her stressing herself out too much over it, it would happen when it happened. Eric was a tall man, standing at 6”3 with a muscular build. He liked to lift weights and stay active as much as he could. His brown hair was kept short, only a little extra towards the front which he gelled daily. Sara always said she loved his hazel eyes and prayed that their child would inherit them someday. “Hey baby… you checking

It was early morning when Vivian felt her first few contractions. They were only small pains, starting around the bottom of her large belly, slowing becoming more and more intense. She’d had back pain late last night and had a feeling it was the start of her labor. The only problem was she has the biggest presentation of her life today. Vivian worked for a small publishing company and loved every second of it. She was up for a huge promotion after being with the company for twenty years. That’s right, twenty years, Vivian was having a baby at forty years old. She didn’t plan to wait until later in life to have a baby, it just happened that way. She’d been a young widow, taking years to come to terms with the fact that she may never have a baby. It felt impossible to do without her late husband but on her fortieth birthday, she went out to a few bars with friends and here she was. Vivian wasn’t sure who she’d slept with, only knew that the ache between her legs in the morning told

The scent of bacon grease and coffee wafted through the air today as Kristi entered the diner for her shift. She said her hellos to the chef as well as her manager Izzy, tying her white apron over her curvy frame. Kristi stood at only 5”1, she had long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail for the night. Luckily she was on break from college and could make some extra money picking up more shifts. She had to admit she didn’t mind the night shift. Interesting people always filtered through the quaint diner, making her night seem to fly by. “I’m all cashed out Kris! The only guy that’s gotta be helped is in the corner booth, he just walked in.” My coworker Anna says with a smile. “Have a good night!” “Thanks Anna, you too!” Kristi grabs her order pad and pencil, heading over to the gentleman. Kristi noticed he was older than her, maybe in his 30’s but he was handsome. He had light brown hair and when he turned towards her, she was sucked in by his piercing blue eyes. Kristi