thank you Dari, for hooking me up with this laugh :)
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Ha ha I am so glad that you like this. It is too funny!
I love it! It's so true, and funny.
That is hilarious!
Of course I was never smug when I was pregnant, but... haha!
Glad your spirits are lifting.
xo pf
I want to eat them up!
Perfect! LOL! Here's my favorite poem EVER about the well-earned SUPERIORITY of pregnancy & giving birth:
THE LANGUAGE OF THE BRAG
By Sharon Olds
I have wanted excellence in the knife-throw,
I have wanted to use my exceptionally strong and accurate arms
and my straight posture and quick electric muscles
to achieve something at the centre of a crowd,
the blade piercing the bark deep,
the haft slowly and heavily vibrating like the cock.
I have wanted some epic use for my excellent body,
some heroism, some American achievement
beyond the ordinary for my extraordinary self,
magnetic and tensile, I have stood by the sandlot
and watched the boys play.
I have wanted courage, I have thought about fire
and the crossing of waterfalls, I have dragged around
my belly big with cowardice and safely,
my stool black with iron pills,
my huge breasts oozing mucus,
my legs swelling, my hands swelling,
my face swelling and darkening, my hair
falling out, my inner sex
stabbed again and again with terrible pain like a knife.
I have lain down.
I have lain down and sweated and shaken
and passed blood and feces and water and
slowly alone in the centre of a circle I have
passed the new person out
and they have lifted the new person free of the act
and wiped the new person free of that
language of blood like praise all over the body.
I have done what you wanted to do, Walt Whitman,
Allen Ginsberg, I have done this thing,
I and the other women this exceptional
act with the exceptional heroic body,
this giving birth, this glistening verb,
and I am putting my proud American boast
right here with the others.
"The Language of the Brag" is from SATAN SAYS by Sharon Olds.
Copyright © 1980
love love it.
hope you are having a wonderfully smug day , Maggie.
I love this so much! Too funny.
And I love your pregnancy photos too. Gorgeous.
Marion i love that poem too :)
i did have a wonderfully 'smuggy' day, thank you ;)
hahahaha it translates over her in Australia - its the same...I was too young to be smug when I had mine - and when you are so young people "assume" it must have ben an accident - which it wasn't - not that that even matters -
I just fell off the couch from laughing!
I love those two actresses and had no idea that they did this sort of thing... Saw the one on the second episode of Raising Hope where she made me laugh til I peed.
This is fabulous. I love those girls! I'm sure I have had some awfully smug moments. Lovely blog. x
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