Congratulations Jeremy!
What a mind blowing, vaginal numbing suggestion.
Gross, I wish I hadn't said that. Too bad, I did.
When I think of space babies, and I sometimes do, I usually think along these lines:
Jeremy's suggestion forced me to do some critical thinking about the topic, i.e. "googling".
After a long afternoon of laying in bed watching the butt end of S1 Orange Is The New Black* I learned this;
Jeremy will be devastated when I report to him that giving birth in space may not be a viable option.
Childbirth is something I know very little about. I saw a video of the aforementioned event early on in grade school and swore to never let that happen to me. Instead I would adopt a baby boy, work shifts at McDonalds and dance ballet. Laugh all you want, those were my goals when I was 6 (I have since met none of them). I did make good on the "never let that happen to me" vow but only by way of an endocrine disease.
plie segue?
What I am saying is—childbirth in space?
Unlikely.
Even if two very patient people found a way to
find 'the G' in zero G
and their "John Travolta" successfully made it to someone's "Kirstie Allie". . .
I maintain that no women would be trusting enough to let someone perform an episiotomy while hurtling through space at an alarming rate.
There are scientific implications that babies born in space may develop as fatheaded, off balance, weak, fragile, disproportionate (as we understand it to be), atrophied babies.
That sounds like a lot of time in the NICU and the coffee is terrible there, boo to that.
Enough nonsense. It is still my self-prescribed job to satisfy Jeremy's curiosity.
Launching: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, you're supposed to click the video now. . .
*Spoiler: Tan is the new Black
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