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I (21F) & my boyfriend (25M) have been having issues regarding deciding when to start trying for children. I’m unable to work, I’m disabled. I have scoliosis, fibromyalgia, an inverted pelvis, hip dysplasia, along with a longer list of mental issues. The older I get, the worse physically I will get. I’ve carried lots of self hate issues that tend to leave me feeling unneeded. All I’ve wanted my whole life is to be a mom. Because just moved into a one bedroom apartment & also have a cat to take care of. However, with the government assistance I receive my expenses would be greatly reduced, especially since we aren’t married yet. I’m just so unsure of if I should feel guilty like I do for all of this.
I have the weirdest feelings about my cousin. He’s 22 almost 23 and i’m 24 about to be 25. He and I haven’t really spent much time together. growing up he lived in the city and I grew up on the coast and in the bay area. I only really know him in that I know he likes video games that I also like and he likes the same kind of tv content as I do. I also know he and I are basically at the same stage in our lives where we don’t want to depend on our parents anymore. We have plans to spend a week together this coming summer (2022) so we can celebrate him graduating. Over the past week we’ve also talked about how we want to start doing care packages and sending them to each other as a way of getting through life as adults. We didn’t have a lot of time alone to talk so I don’t know what he thinks of me but I know for sure that he cares about me because when I have a mental freak out he’s there for me until I’m calmed down. I would never make the first move but part of me hopes when I visit him next summer that he pushes me against a wall and just makes me his. I just want to know if my feelings are appropriate or if I should give up waiting for him to be my knight-in-shining-armour?
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Being a woman came natural, I guess it was the way I was raised, to be a woman and to have kids. Yes, I complain because the last 10 years of doing nothing but pushing babies out into the world is a lot of work, but the real truth is that I enjoyed every pregnancy immensely. Being pregnant is being a woman. There is no feeling, none that is better. I love being pregnant and I love having kids. I was lucky my body was made right, good hips, ample milk supply. Keep getting me pregnant and I will keep making babies.
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