Preggoalways

The blog is about my personal journey through conception, pregnancy, postpartum, lactation, as well as our kinks (breeding, pregnancy, and hucow). I am poly, Mr.P is my husband and G is my second partner and my Bull/Daddy. 40’s/50’s poly couple

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A Weekend We Didn’t See Coming

Well…this certainly wasn’t the update I expected to be writing.

When we left home early Friday morning for what we thought would be a routine follow-up appointment, we fully expected to be back home later that afternoon. We packed for the day, said goodbye to the kids, and figured it would be business as usual.

Instead, Friday turned into Saturday…and Saturday turned into Sunday.

As I write this, we’re still in the hospital.

The last couple of days have been filled with what feels like an endless cycle of monitoring, medications, tests, conversations with specialists, and a whole lot of waiting. It definitely hasn’t been the weekend any of us had planned.

The good news—and the thing we’re choosing to focus on—is that the babies continue to be monitored very closely, and that’s exactly where we want them right now. Mom is being cared for by an incredible medical team, and while this journey has taken some unexpected turns, we’re grateful she’s exactly where she needs to be.

We’re still taking everything one day at a time. Tomorrow will be an important day as we meet again with the doctors to discuss what the next steps might look like. We don’t have all the answers yet, so we’re trying not to get ahead of ourselves until we know more.

But thank you to everyone who has called, texted, sent messages, and been praying for our family. We haven’t been able to keep up with all of the messages, but we have read them, and we appreciate every one of them. We’ll share another update when we know more.

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Do you ever compare Mrs. E's body to Mrs. P's directly, discussing which holes feel tighter or which breasts produce more?

Appreciation is not comparison. I know Mrs. P's body—every curve, every capacity, every response she has built over two decades. Mrs. E is different, newer, her own architecture of pregnancy and provision. I do not rank them, do not speak of one as superior to the other. They satisfy different aspects of desire, different hungers. Mrs. P is constant production, the hucow, the familiar abundance. Mrs. E is her own journey, her own discovery. Both have value; both are claimed; both are satisfied differently. The discussion is not about tighter or more productive—it is about fit, about the particular shape of need each fills. I am fortunate to appreciate both without diminishing either.

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Which of your children knows the full extent of your lifestyle, and how did you decide who to tell what?

None know every last detail, not even the adults. What we cannot hide, poly, multiple mothers pregnant, the constant milk—they see and understand as simply how our family functions. But the specifics, the hucow dynamic, the free use, the private rituals, those remain ours alone. Recently our oldest daughter found the cow milker in my closet, searching for something to borrow. She knew exactly what it was, asked in that charming way of hers. I did not explain everything, but I told her truthfully that her father and I have a morning milking ritual. She laughed, accepted, moved on. Some things they discover in pieces, age-appropriate, parent-appropriate. But full extent? Never. That is for us, for consenting adults, for the spaces children do not enter. They get love, stability, the model of unconventional family. The details are ours to keep.

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How do you plan to explain Mrs. E's baby to the younger children, is it simply another sibling or do you clarify the different fathers?

Mrs. E:

Full siblings, full stop. That's how we treat it, how they understand it. Biology doesn't change siblinghood in this house. The baby will be raised with the same love, same chaos, same noise as all the others. We don't explain, we don't clarify, we don't separate them into categories. Family is who is here, who is raised together, who belongs. That's it. No complication, no distinction, no need. They are siblings. Period.

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How do you manage the physical exhaustion of constant pregnancy and milk production without becoming resentful?

I choose this.

That is the foundation, every pregnancy, every pumping session, every ache and heaviness is chosen, not imposed. The exhaustion is real, the bone-deep tiredness undeniable, but resentment requires feeling trapped, and I am not trapped. I am exactly where I want to be. The purpose fills me as much as the fatigue drains me. I see the results: the babies, the milk flowing, the family thriving, the satisfaction in G's eyes when he surveys what I have built. That fills the cup faster than exhaustion empties it.

Also rest when I can, help when it is offered, the acceptance that I cannot do everything. I let some things slide, prioritize what matters, let the house be messy if the children are fed. Resentment grows from expectation of ease; I have no such expectation. This is work. I do it willingly.

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What is the most physically demanding aspect of carrying multiples at your age, and how do you push through it?

The breath. The simple act of drawing air when the babies press my diaphragm into a thin strip, when lungs fight for space against the occupation. That is the most demanding, every inhale a negotiation, every exhale incomplete. I push through by accepting it, by finding positions that ease the compression, by sleeping propped, by moving slowly and deliberately. The body adapts, finds ways to compensate, builds strength where it can. I do not fight the limitation; I work with it, around it, through it. Stubbornness helps. The refusal to stop, to rest, to admit defeat. Also knowing that each day brings me closer to release, to the emptying, to the moment when I can breathe fully again. That knowledge sustains when the body protests.

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Follow up appt

Getting my little cow ready for her follow-up appointment this morning. The chains are on—connected to her pierced nipples, draped around her seven-month belly, trailing down to her pierced clitoris, the metal catching light with every movement. She is still marked from last week's use, the bruises fading but visible, reminders of how thoroughly she was claimed.

I watch her move through the morning routine—pumping, leaking, the milk flowing as it always does—and I am already calculating how many days until I can resume proper use of her again. The doctors will check the babies I put in her, confirm they float safe. They will examine her cervix, note the healing, declare her ready for gentle activity. I will nod, agree, take her home, and test their definition of "gentle" myself.

She feels my eyes on her, the hunger building. The appointment is formality; the claiming is inevitable. My wife, my broodmare, my little cow. The babies will be checked. The cervix will be cleared. And then she will be mine again, fully, completely, as she was made to be.

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How do you deal with the constant horniness during pregnancy? I just want to be on my man cock 24/7

I understand completely, the hormones surge, the blood flow increases, everything more intense, more sensitive, more urgent. I give into it completely, constantly, every minute of the day. Riding one of my husbands, taking pleasure with my wife, whatever fills the need in the moment. This is the gift of pregnancy, the heightened arousal, the overwhelming desire, the incredible sensitivity that makes every touch electric. Do not resist it. Do not ration it. Give in, enjoy it, let it consume you. The horniness is not a problem to manage but a blessing to embrace, temporary but transformative. Take what you need, when you need it, as often as you need it. It feels incredible because it is incredible. Embrace it fully.

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Between your tits growing and your belly always being full with life. How much weight do you usually put on with each journey?

Have you ever had a pregnancy where you've gained 100 lbs or more ?

What are some of your most recent cravings?

Have you ever had cravings before, that couldn't be satisfied?

Whats one or two cravings you've had , that has lasted threw all of or close too all of your pregnancies thats not pickles ?

It varies quite a bit from one pregnancy to another. With singleton pregnancies, I generally gain less. With multiples, the number naturally climbs because there is more baby, more placenta, more fluid, a greater increase in blood volume, and yes, a very noticeable amount of breast growth. 😂

I have had pregnancies where my total gain reached 100 pounds or more, especially while carrying multiples. That was not 100 pounds of babies, of course. Pregnancy changes practically every part of the body, and I also tend to retain quite a bit of fluid toward the end. My doctors have always cared much more about the babies’ growth, my blood pressure, swelling, nutrition, and overall health than one number on the scale.

My most recent cravings have been:

Hash browns topped with peanut butter

Plain bagels with cream cheese, peanut butter and Doritos nachos

Ice-cold watermelon with lime

Very crispy breakfast potatoes

Peaches with vanilla ice cream

Cold milk at completely unreasonable hours

I have absolutely had cravings that could not be properly satisfied. Sometimes I know exactly what I want, but the moment it arrives, it tastes wrong. Other times I crave something from a restaurant that has closed, a childhood recipe nobody can quite recreate, or fruit that is completely out of season. Pregnancy can be terribly specific and completely uncooperative. 😂

Two cravings that have followed me through nearly every pregnancy are fresh fruit, especially watermelon and peaches and potatoes in practically every possible form. Mashed, roasted, fried, baked, or turned into hash browns, apparently my babies collectively believe potatoes are an essential food group.

And no, pickles have never been the great pregnancy obsession people expect from me. Give me cold fruit, an unreasonable amount of potatoes, and apparently something involving peanut butter instead. 💕

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Have you ever sold your milk to other adults for consumption, or is it strictly for family and partners?

I have, yes, through connections made online, websites that link those who produce with those who need. There used to be a section specifically for men seeking milk, though that has disappeared or been removed. I still find clients who have genuine need—medical, fetish, nutritional, the reasons vary. We maintain a separate refrigerator outside now, dedicated to those pickups, keeping the transactions distinct from family supply. It is not the bulk of what I produce, but it is part of the ecosystem. The milk flows abundantly; some feeds my own, some goes to cheese and butter, some sells to strangers who crave what I make. All of it serves purpose, none of it wastes.

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How do the adult children differentiate between their biological fathers, or is that distinction not emphasized in your family?

I appreciate the question. The distinction exists biologically, of course, but it is not emphasized in daily life. The children know, in a general sense, who came from which father, but both men are Papa, both are present, both are authority and love. We do not use "half" or "step," do not distinguish in affection or responsibility. Biology is fact; fatherhood is choice and presence. The adult children navigate it naturally, some resemble one man, some the other, but all are equally claimed, equally raised, equally ours. The family is built, not born, and that building is what matters, not the genetic blueprint beneath it.

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Papa Bear G, in response to your recent pic please keep her in that perfect position and display!~ I am jealous of how you capture her body in pics so goddamn well, it's practically art for you, and again I am gushing at how glorious, beautiful, curvy, luscious and divine she looks as your broodmare wife~~.

Mrs.P, once again you make it IMPOSSIBLE not to adorn you and worship you like G does!~ 2 decades of pregnancies really have made you into the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, and I don't wanna see you stop anytime soon, hehe!~

Again sorry, I'm gushing and nerding out at your beauty and fertility again Mama Bear and Papa Bear, I just love complementing you and your pregnancies~😊😊🤗

With big hugs and love,

-Sable🩵💙💜💚🤎🩷💛🧡

G:

Sable, you always know how to make her blush. 😏 I’ll gladly take the compliment, but the truth is she makes my job very easy. I simply put her somewhere comfortable, find the right light, and let the camera capture what I already see every day—my beautiful wife, exactly as she is.

And yes, I’ll keep taking the pictures. I know better than to waste a view like that.

Mrs. P:

You are absolutely incorrigible, Sable. 😂 Thank you for always being so generous with your compliments.

After all these years and all these pregnancies, my body has certainly changed, softened, stretched, and become much fuller than it once was. I don’t always see myself the way they sees me, or apparently the way you do but messages like this remind me that there can be beauty in every season of a woman’s body.

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I have probably said it before, but I love how you and your family are actually living my old roleplays :D

I hear this often, the recognition of fantasy made flesh. What you roleplayed, we live, breeding, milking, submission, the constant round of belly and service. The difference, I suppose, is that we do not step out of character, do not return to civilian clothes, do not pause the scene. This is the scene, always, the roleplay become reality through repetition and commitment. I am glad we could show you it is possible, that the things imagined in private can be built in public, with work and love and stubbornness. Keep your roleplays, or step into them fully. Both are valid. We simply chose the latter.

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Thank you very much for the update! I'm glad you and the babies are doing well! And as hard as it is, maybe this is the occasion to let others take care of you, I'm sure they appreciate what you do for them and love to return the gesture 🥰. Take care, Mrs. P!

I appreciate the wisdom in your words, though letting others care does not come naturally to me. I am the one who cares, who feeds, who sustains. Being sustained in return feels foreign, uncomfortable even. But you are right, this is the occasion, perhaps the only one I am granted. I will try to accept, to rest, to let G and the others manage what I normally manage. They do appreciate what I do, I know. Perhaps I can learn to let them show it. Thank you for the reminder. Take care as well.

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What advice would you give to a woman considering the hucow lifestyle but unsure if it is right for her?

I would say start small, start in your mind. Read, watch, fantasize, see if the headspace calls to you before you invest in harnesses and bells. The hucow is not about the gear; it is about the surrender, the willingness to be reduced to function, to find freedom in being owned. Ask yourself: do you crave being used, truly used, with your pleasure secondary to service? Does the thought of being displayed, evaluated, milked, bred—does it make you wet or uncomfortable? Both are valid, but only one leads here.

Find a partner you trust absolutely, someone who will stop when you say stop, who understands that "livestock" is a role, not a prison. Experiment with the language, the positions, the headspace, before you commit to the lifestyle. And know that you can step back. This is chosen, not mandated. If you try and find it is not for you, that is wisdom, not failure. The hucow is not for everyone. It is for those who find, in the reduction, the most expansive freedom they have ever known.