active fetus

I was sitting on the couch with my feet propped up on the ottoman and I got some painful kicks up near my ribs…I look at my stomach and there is a big, round bump on right by my ribs. Emma stuck her head there. 

I think that is one part of pregnancy that is indescribable to people who have never been pregnant. The crazy feeling of having someone/thing moving around inside. It has gotten crazier since 20 weeks since others can feel and see her move.

I’m all comfy and out of it from an afternoon nap, and all I can think about right now is how bizarre it is that we as a society literally extend characteristics that are coded as masculine and feminine to the discussion of the biological function of reproductive organs. 

I remember learning about the uterus being this thing that makes a warm and nurturing home for fertilized eggs to develop into fetuses every single time we had sex ed in school, and this is the narrative I’ve heard repeated pretty much everywhere ever since. Meanwhile, like no one ever mentions the fact that the uterus also serves as a ruthless testing ground for those eggs, and part of its job is making sure that the considerable resources and risks associated with pregnancy aren’t wasted on anything short of the best. (Congrats! If you’re reading this right now, you passed!) 

Whereas the narrative about sperm is all: ~ the strongest swimmer wins, develops into fetus! Active! Decisive! ~ The fact that the bulk of the selection process responsible for determining whether or not genetic material is viable rests with the uterus is ignored. Because sets of reproductive organs are gender-coded. 

I guess the point of this whole thing is that the social trappings of gender are extended to biology in such weird ways, and that what we’re taught as science is hella super not objective, but mostly I just wanted to type this so I did. I hope it makes sense.