Infancy. The literal and metaphoric sense of the term.
Science has brought me nothing but trepidation of a sucidal sum. A project based upon reproduction and the genes commenced this disastrous week. I was to have *****(he incessantly pestered me with his prescence last year)'s baby. A ludicrous, but fun none-the-less excusion from physical exertion was my current state of, "being with child." I believe I have burned my bridges with Mrs. D. (phys. ed. "educator") Another desparaging factor was that of not being able to name the fetus. The female counterpart has the complete and utter right to name the infant. ***** is not the one with an alien object thrusting itself through the vagina. I doubt if he'd even be there to see the birth. Not that I'd want him up to his elbows in my placenta. ..back to the point.. I'm calling "it" Wednesday. We're still unsure of the sex, and Wednesday could be considered an androgenous name..I suppose. But what we are certain of is the severity and abundance of birth defects. See kids..that's what drugs can do to you. And I would abhor the leprosy of childbirth, given that it repels the men-folk.