Try to imagine being a fetus, again.
You are aware, in a no light but sound and touch environment. A very small cave. Soft. You can't see but you're awake.
You get everything you need so it doesn't occur to you that you are receiving food and water.
If things stay the same you have no motivation to do much except move yourself around as feels comfortable.
But you're growing. The cave is not.
At some point it's cramped. And you want out.
There might be a way you discover - a push though opening. You aim yourself that direction and start to go.
That's a natural birth.
But what if you didn't like your cave? What if you had to get out! instead of the idea coming on gradually. Casually.
If something changes and you know not where but you gotta get out of that place.
You'd thrash. Grope and scratch with your hands. Struggle with your feet.
That's your uterus the baby is destroying.
That's a thing inside you tearing it's way anywhere.
If someone is wrapped in seran wrap they're getting out of it.
I don't want a baby doing that to the girl I love.
Infanticide fine.
If it kills you on the way out I am going to kill it. Steel toed boot smash.
Right before I kill myself.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Once another large organism is in your body it can really hurt you.
It's not a joke. I would forgo sex rather than risk losing you if I had to.
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