You and I have a lot in common, Birch. I for one rarely find babies cute or appealing on any level. In fact being around them only cements my desire to avoid producing one. I'm not in the habit of putting down women that choose to reproduce or questioning them for doing so, regardless of how inappropriate I feel their situation is for breeding or how unable I am to empathize with their alleged need to reproduce to be complete. However I don't tell these people "don't breed". They're all to happy to tell me I have to do so, however.
I'll never understand why unhealthy women choose to and even take artificial measures to ensure a condition that will harm them or even kill them. I'll never understand why people of both genders are so desperate to perpetuate their genes even when said genes carry horrible flaws and the offspring will suffer for it. I'll never understand how humans can still claim to be superior to other animals because of this alleged ability to think beyond instinct when we commonly display a tendency to be illogical and helpless in the face of reproductive instincts.
In fact, humans are much weaker than "lesser" animals when it comes to controlling the urge to multiply, because so many of us use whatever means possible to breed even when nature herself has said "nope, you're not meant to do that...bad for the gene pool and bad for your health."
I wonder, who's the more selfish...the person that recognizes that he or she is flawed either genetically or instinctively when it comes to parenting/reproduction and strives to prevent accidents while maintaining some level of happiness and companionship, or the person that refuses to accept facts regarding financial, genetic, health and emotional limitations and breeds because they "want" a baby or because everyone else has told them it's what they're supposed to do?
As for the picture, I'd say it's about eight weeks tops. Truthfully I think that "babies" inside the womb that look like a baked bean or primitive form of sea life are cuter than the veiny, screaming red-faced things that come out of a woman at the end of incubation and demand ever millisecond of her time afterwards.
I would get the poo end of the stick. I'd have to spend three months short of a year sharing my body and having my rights restricted, medical ailments ranging from puking to hemorrhoids to blood pressure, labor lasting anywhere from 4-24 hours and then my privates sliced open with scissors or my stomach cut open with a scalpel while my husband sits and feels important for having an orgasm. Then after sharing my body for all this time I wouldn't even be allowed to enjoy having it as my own again because lactivist personnel would be shoving this screaming tiny being at me demanding that I let it suck my nipple until it cracks and bleeds. Then I'd get home and have to do all of the drudgework (because you know, that's what the women do even though they already do all the work in reproduction to begin with) while hubby has a few kodak moments and gets to choose all the names and makes all the decisions and then complains because I'm too tired or sore to share my body with him.
No bloody thank-you. If you try to force me to do that you might as well be trying to send me to hell.