The most neglected fetus
HELLO! My name is Bunter. Never heard of me? That’s RIGHT. That’s because I’m the third fetus of a mama who has two living children. And nobody gives a shit about third fetuses when they have two live children.
Did my mama tell you that she had a genetic screening because of how ancient and withered she is? And that no trisomies were detected? No, of course not. Who gives a shit. Who gives a shit about an apparently healthy THIRD fetus. Unless all your other fetuses are dead. Then maybe I’d get on your radar.
Did she tell you that she feels me kicking her all the time now? She thinks it’s sweet, but I’m doing it out of resentment. And have you see how few pictures of me there are on my page? It’s like with Bun Bun, every fucking week mama’s showing off her uterus, and with me…I’ll be lucky if I get four total.
She swears that she loves me NOW, but that whole I never wanted to be pregnant thing? All that crying and gnashing her teeth? Did she think I couldn’t hear her?
I couldn’t, actually. Because I don’t really have an auditory system yet. So my primitive little ears are useless. But I get wireless in here, obviously. How did you think I was writing this?
So now I can make my presence known. Since nobody’s going to do it for me. Look forward to breastfeeding myself and changing my own diapers.