Every pregnant woman wonders, or wonders and doesn’t admit it, what their child will look like. Like her or her baby daddy? Maybe the newborn will have grandpa’s nose and Aunt Barbara’s five-head, or maybe it will have demon talon hands and an abnormally large and vein-y cranium. Just maybe.
Imagine giving birth, all the blood, sweat, tears and bodily fluids everywhere only to be rewards with seeing this HORRIFIC CREATURE being held by the nurse. What do you do? Torch it with fire or jump out of your hospital suite window?…or do you, dare I say it, love and care for it?
To be honest, I’d deny it. Straight to that damn doctor’s face. “Nope, never seen that kid in my life. Can’t be mine. I was never pregnant.”
What would you do?