Infants are so unsightly.

I cannot believe I could have ever been so witless enough to have partaken in the spawning of a pair.
Dribbling, sapping, odourous, and selfish, they bring about me a feeling of immense displeasure.

The humane fetus is essentially a parasitic creature, embedded deeply in the female anatomy, where it feasts off of her blood and oxygen; offering her nothing in return, but polluted excrement in her vital fluids.
It denies her the right to fun– She mustn't drink, nor smoke, nor eat sushi, lest it damage her "precious" cargo.

And when at last, expelled from her nether regions with great anguish and gore, the fetus–now called an "infant"–is free from its juicy prison.
Howling with indignant rage, the small parcel of a beast writhes and demands, as it is cleansed of its filth and wax.
The stem–or cord–must be cut, and tied, to prevent the monster's innards from spilling out, also as prevention of postnatal spore growth.

It is then; this vomitous, vile, loathsome, animal truly becomes what it is
A mother is subjected to years of servitude towards the abhorrent freeloader.
She has grown wobbly. Her once-pert skin hanging loosely. Yet she cannot escape, as she is pumped with "hormones" the parasite has flled her frame with, ensuring she shall never discard of it.

And thus, the story of this common, condoned hell-trip is continued...

Please, use contraception.