The Fearless Transition from Making Babies to Making Money The Women We Don’t Know!
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The reproductive styling is such that a woman is born with all the eggs that she needs to hatch, if not solemnly prodded by a sperm making uterus a palatinate occupancy. The uterus becomes a war ground; the sperm and egg in a skirmish, not to falter in the decisive strategy to produce life in the reproductive carapsse.
It is a hard truth but the egg story is forever a pestering nuisance that forbids a woman to see herself beyond the goddess of birth. Every month the boorish red flow is a crackdown of reality that one day a woman needs to make babies, carry the seismic shifts in weight, envelope itself in the incessant fatigue and drum the stress beats of parturition. And, let’s not be in denial! Most of us are happy to change nappies and find it a journey of fulfilment—as if life has been a bed of treacherous defeats and a nudge of error—for some may be—and the magical siphoning of child in the lap is a last resort to live life honourably.
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