#chain preg

[foxphantom]

Give me a partner who buys me an expensive maternity wardrobe so that I can tell them it's a waste, since I won't use this stuff next year

Give me a partner who takes it as a challenge to prove me wrong

[nonbinarybabyfactory]

For some time I thought I just didn't want tits, but honestly I think I just don't want them if they're not doing anything. Because having milky udders draped over my round, fecund belly is something that would definitely feel so right. Babies resting on a belly full of their unborn siblias I nurse them...

[queerpolypreg]

it’s officially been three months since my last surrogacy, holy shit. the time has flown by so fast. bea’s already back at work so i’ve been at home with the baby, thinking a lot about the idea of having another for the family. just like usual, it’s around this time that my surrogacy agency reached out to see if i think i’ll be interested in going again, and after talking with avery and bea we’ve decided to really do it. i told the agency to mark me as otherwise occupied for at least 12 more months.

at my three months follow up appointment today i told my obgyn. she wasn’t really surprised, or at least, not as surprised as she could be. we talked for a while about how long she thinks it’d be appropriate for me to wait, but approved me starting now if i could not resist. took some blood just to make sure things were looking good.

needless to say bea and avery were incredibly pleased with the news. i have a feeling i’ll be knocked up sooner rather than later.

[queerpolypreg]

ive had a really good post partum recovery, especially because my and bea’s parental leaves overlapped. it’s been so nice to have a little baby in the house again. as much pride as i get out of being a surrogate, i really have missed having babies around. and sure, this little one was an oopsie on bea’s part, but when i see avery holding him or my older kids playing peekaboo with the baby, it just makes me think…maybe i should have another for our family.

we really just stopped because we actually love raising our children, not just having them, and seven between three adults felt like a responsible ratio, especially when they were smaller.

but now we have one thirteen year old, two eleven year olds, a nine year old, an eight year old, a seven year old, a six year old, and an newborn. when i think of our youngest spending five whole years as the only kid in the house, it just doesn’t feel right. he deserves a little buddy, someone to grow up with.

at first i thought it was just hormones, that i was going crazy, but one day while i was nursing him, bea asked if i had ever considered having another to keep. i was so surprised because it’s like they’d been reading my mind. now we’ve been talking it over with avery. she’s not against it, in fact i know she’d love to knock me up again. but it’s a big decision.

until we decide, we’re having lots of sex where avery pretends to knock me and bea up. or at least, we assume she’s pretending.

[queerpolypreg]

When you first got pregnant, did you anticipate you'd get pregnant this many more times in your life?

it’s an interesting question! really, yes and no. i grew up in a small town in the south, so lots of people i knew had a lot of kids and they had them really young. i’m one of five! it wasn’t that unusual to me that i would have at least four kids.

but having just finished my eighth pregnancy is a lot even for where i’m from. and i certainly didn’t think i’d have them all this fast. i mean, i was a nineteen year old mother of three. i’m not even thirty and i’ve birthed ten kids over eight pregnancies. i could have never pictured that.

[queerpolypreg]

wow, i haven’t had to feed two babies at once since my twins, which were years ago. i send breast milk to all of my surrogate babies for at least three months, and between that and feeding the baby bea just had i’m starting to feel like a cow. avery and bea keep waking me up because i’ve fallen asleep with the breast pump on or letting me know i can’t wear a shirt to the grocery store because i’m leaking through it. this post partum shit is no joke.

[queerpolypreg]

i’ve been pregnant essentially back to back several times before, especially since becoming a surrogate. but this is the first time i’ve raised a newborn baby, just now one month old, and been full term pregnant. of course, i didn’t give birth to this little one, this is the baby bea just had. but hes mine, and i’m primarily responsible for nursing him, since i’m already on maternity leave and bea had top surgery years ago. holding him to my breast and being able to rest my arm on my 40 week belly is a total mind fuck in the best way. watching him nap and feeling braxton hicks low across my back? holding him to my chest and seeing the kick from the little girl in my stomach nudge his foot to the side? i don’t think i’ve ever been happier in my life.

[queerpolypreg]

he thought it was never going to happen, but bea finally had the baby. a boy, 10 lb 5 oz! bea was so big by the end, and he went six whole days overdue. by then he was obsessed with getting the baby out. they called my mom and got all the old wives tales. pineapple, okra water, castor oil. he tried so much that i don’t we’ll ever know what made the baby pop.

he’d been having back pain for a while since the baby dropped but didn’t seem interested in slowing down their growing, and i was rubbing his scalp while avery massaged his back when all of a sudden i just heard this long moan. i looked down and bea was making a face i see at work all the time. it was that look of agony and joy. the involuntary response to pain mixed with the relief that finally, finally, the baby is coming.

of course, there was a lot of work between that first big contraction and us meeting the little one. bea was in labor for about 32 hours. he kept muttering that in the nearly ten years since he’d had his last baby, everything had tightened back up. if it did, he had to take his time getting loose. the two of us waddled around the living room for hours. eventually i got too tired, with the baby weighing me down too, so i had to midwife from the couch while avery walked along with him, holding him up when the pains got bad enough that he wanted to squat during them.

he was progressing slowly, and even though he complained the whole time, he was such a trooper. he wasn’t even contracting frequently enough to go to the birthing center until hour 12, and it took till hour 30 for him to want to push. his water didn’t break until his first push.

sitting between his legs as he pushed on his hands and knees, my near due belly brushing against his trembling thighs—i’ll never forget that. kneeling there like i was, i couldn’t forget that in just a month or so i’ll be moaning like he was, feeling that pressure break into sharp pain and the baby crowns, stretching me wider and wider. i had to keep reminding myself not to get lost in that thought and focus on him. it’s second nature to me, but after two hours of pushing, bea swears he’ll never do it again. still, i see the way he looks at me, nursing the new addition to our family while the baby i’ll give to someone else rolls around in my belly. if i didn’t know better, i would think he might be willing to have just one more.