Recently, I've had a few run-ins with people who've had miscarriages or lost a pregnancy that insist on over-dramatizing a terrible experience...
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One instance involved a pregnancy that was lost in the 6th month, where the would-be parents as well as extended family all took turns holding the dead baby, going through multiple clothing changes, and taking pictures of/with it...FOR THREE DAYS, in the hospital.
How was there not a single family member, let alone MEDICAL OFFICIAL that could say "not only is this morbid, but this seems downright unlawful". And to do this for three fucking days! Apalling.
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Another instance. I go to a couples' house that I don't really know (the boyfriend was the brother of a visiting friend from out of town)...and as I'm getting the lay of the land, sipping a beer and looking at nearby pictures and whatnot, I nearly spill/puke my beer when I see what looks like an experiment in creating human raisins. On top of that, there turned out to be multiple pictures of what I found out to be their dead stillborn, 4 months at best.
If I ever was in a miscarriage-type situation, I wouldn't want any pictures, hell, I probably wouldn't even want to hold it, especially that early. Not only would I not want pictures, I would NEVER want them on my mantle/wall/bookshelf. No one is going to find that 'cute'. There is no way for that to not be akward. In fact, it may give them nightmares. The presence of those photos put a stigma on the whole night for me, I couldn't walk past them without feeling irked.
Ever seen Eraserhead? It was like almost one of those little nasty fucking things.
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Finally the last and most confusing incident involved a miscarriage after only a month...Now, when I heard that, first thing I thought was "what? that would barely be a puddle, let alone a baby. Gender isn't even established at that point." Well, it turns out that the 'parents' named 'it', and were sure to pick a name that was pretty much unisex...Jordan something. Either way, These trashy fucks ARE GETTING MATCHING TATTOOS OF THEIR BLOB'S NAME.
Stupid. Fucking Stupid. For all anyone knows, that stupid bitch could've just started her period late, and decided to name whatever the tampon caught. Shit, that could've been a ploy or pregnancy scare tactic toward the boyfriend..."You can't leave, I'm pregnant". A week later, her period starts up and..."I lost it! because of you!!".
In fact, I think the Blob got off lucky...the parents don't deserve to create life. They look like the product of generations of in-breeding already, and live accordingly. Horrid people.
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In Conclusion, I'm tired of these attention craving psychopaths trying to suck the sympathy out of everyone that comes around in an attempt to validate themselves as a 'real' couple that's 'had to deal with the pain of losing a child'. They're compensating for the fact that they're stupid white trash in a situation where any 'real' couple would grieve for a moment, and then try again. You know, start a family, and try having another, more alive, baby, instead of milking every last bit out of the dead or hardly-ever-existed one.
It is repulsive. And it's a situation where you can never tell someone off, as great as it would be to say, "I don't care about your failures at child-creation, and in fact, I'm offended that you felt the need to even bring that up to me, a near-stranger" or to simply crack a dead baby joke.
Fuck them and their dead babies/blobs.
How do you make a Dead Baby Float?
Two Scoops of Ice Cream, 1 Dead Baby.