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Baby Fever Isn’t Real. But Get Well Soon, Sis!
Women only have fevers for the very limiting things men can give them.
In my opinion, one of the cringiest concepts ever known to woman, not man, because men are too busy making their marks in the world, is the concept of baby fever. Ever since I was a child I would listen in on my friends as young as five or six years old gush and fawn over new babies, with them discussing how many kids they want to have and what they will name these kids once they reach adulthood. At five years old.
I was disgusted. Thoroughly. One, because I never once heard my brother or his friends ever fix their lips to declare that they had baby fever; apparently only humans born with wombs can catch it. And two, why are children who have barely escaped their baby days talking about having babies?! And why is this bullshit normalized?
Even as an adult baby fever makes absolutely no sense to me. I cannot imagine coming down with anything that doesn’t even guarantee that I will live to see this baby I am supposed to want so damn badly once I am done pushing it out of me. And that’s not even including my body being stretched to capacity to accommodate its growth and dealing with the aftermath of my body supporting and delivering a whole human.
