Man's orgasm vs. Woman's

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Well what else should I do? Have my period? Childbirth!? Well...yes, then you would have alot more sympathy for women and probably treat them better

CuteNCrazy - I don't think women deserve sympathy. But I do think they deserve respect.I notice that a lot of women seem to dislike the fact that they have to carry a child & give birth. They grunt and groan and complain and tell men how easy they have it. This attitude has always astounded me.As a heterosexual male, I honestly think childbirth and having a human being grow inside of you would be an awesome experience. Easy for me to say, sure. But instead of complaining, women should be happy they get to experience something like that. Men don't. A man's body is built to father much more offspring than a woman's body can mother(even though today's society does not permit that... thousands of years ago, it did). I find that women, generally speaking, seem more in-tune with life due to the fact that their bodies harbor it. That's just my take. Feel free to tell me just how wrong I am.

Ive never met a woman who dislikes having to carry and give birth to a child...........i've had 3 and wouldn't want anyones sympathy, they are the best thing i have ever done Having a baby IS an awesome experience, however, day to day life can be miserable while doing it, morning or all day sickness, the pains, the constant going to the toilet, the mood swings, the lack of sleep, and the being dead on your feet tired, and it gets worse the further you go through your pregnancy. Add to that the fear of actually squeezing something the size of a bowling ball or bigger out of something that is a fifth of the size and thats a HUGE worry........add to the the worry about the baby itself and if its gonna die inside you, >>>>>A man's body is built to father much more offspring than a woman's body can mother(even though today's society does not permit that... thousands of years ago, it did). I didn't realise i had missed the bit in school where they went through the whole era of men carrying and giving birth to children................must have been down the pub for that one!! LOL

You misunderstood. A man can father a child as in having sex with a woman and impregnating her.A man can father about as many children as he wanted if he was really a manwhore, whereas eventually a woman will either just give up having children or hit menopause. Hence when I said a man can father more children than a woman can mother.

In reply to: I didn't realise i had missed the bit in school where they went through the whole era of men carrying and giving birth to children................must have been down the pub for that one!! I read his comments as since bringing a baby to life doesn't put as much stress on a man's body as it does a woman's, a man is capable of producing more babies. Or alternately, since each sperm cell is theoretically capable of producing a baby, a man could have more than one woman pregnant at the same time.

**Guys i was JOKING *sigh* lighten up a little jeez........ **

Oh.Well... I give you a courtesy laugh then. Thanks for the female input on what I wrote up there by the way. I wasn't sure if I was off my rocker or not.

A courtesy laugh........hmm isn't that like a pity laugh??? cries

Hehe, well I was kinda joking.lol, I don't want guys sympathy, but some respect would be good.>>>I honestly think childbirth and having a human being grow inside of you would be an awesome experience. I actually agree with you, that is totally awsome and I think pregnant women are really beautiful. I don't know how "awsome" the actual childbirth part would be, but it's worth it isn't it. Yep, guys bodies are just big sperm despencers Saying that, I don't plan on getting pregnat any time soon but, when I do, I'd be pretty happy about it

"They grunt and groan and complain and tell men how easy they have it. This attitude has always astounded me"It wouldn’t astound you for long Rocky, if by some bizarre genetic mishap you found yourself in the late stages of labour someday, LOL! Seriously though, I don’t think it's so much that women dislike carrying children and giving birth, it's just that we feel a bit hard done by sometimes with having to be the ones who shoulder ALL the discomfort and pain involved. And any decent man does offer his woman sympathy, but we'd rather a little empathy if you know what I mean. It actually feels better to be comforted by a woman who is also a mother while you're in a bad way in the late stages of pregnancy, because you know she knows what you're going though, and so can truly empathise with your current situation.Men really havent a clue, in fact, in the spirit of educational enlightenment, I'm going to paint you an intimate portrait of my own grunting and groaning here Rocky - get ready for it!: I got pregnant at seventeen and, prior to that, had been very slim. The morning sickness had been awful, but hadn’t lasted very long. I remember when I got to about three or four months along lying in bed and feeling really cuddly and comfortable with the little bit of weight gain, and I remember thinking; 'oh this is really nice, I wonder what all the fuss is about'!Well, I knew what all the fuss was about by the seventh month when I couldn’t think straight for needing to urinate every three minutes as the baby got bigger and heavier and pressed down on my bladder with a mind shattering intensity every single moment of the day and night. And when I couldn’t turn over in the bed at night without a gargantuan effort, and thank God we didn’t have a water bed or he'd have been braving waves like something out of 'the perfect storm'. Or when the baby was eventually ready (five days late - it felt like God had tacked an extra five months on just for the laugh) My waters broke at 7.00am on a monday morning and the baby emerged at 9.20pm on the Wednesday night. What happened in the two and a half day interval scarcely bears thinking about, even now, almost thirteen years later. I wasnt dilating fast enough, so was further induced (even though my waters had already broken, that never made any sense to me) with a 12 inch long instrument with a hook on the end that looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. I had refused pain medicated initially, wanting to do it all au-natural - good God, was I in for a shock! By 48 hours in I was crying, shaking involuntarily and had started to vomit with each contraction, which was sheer physical torture of such magnitude that it felt like someone had pumped my insides full of petrol and shoved a lit match in along with it. The vomiting was horrendous, I hadnt eaten for days and was retching up this teaspoon full of green bile, and the effort of getting that up, it was pure acid, oh Jesus! My throat felt like it had been scrubbed raw with steel wool. I was dehydrating badly and was hooked up to a glucose drip to combat this. A second monster sized needle to deliver a drip of drugs to speed up the contractions was shoved in without ceremony, it worked, the contractions sped up, and the pain sped up along with them. I responded with a volley of explicatives that would set your ears aflame. Eventually I cracked and screamed for the epidural. And he was born, the midwife patted my hand and said 'that was a rough one, it was a rough one, but you'll be ok'..and then, it was over...No wait - hang on - IT WAS IN ITS ARSE!!The doctor explained the state of my vagina to me; he said that where some women tear and must be stitched I had torn in an unusual way, my vagina had stretched to rip me like the perforations of a teabag, so no stitching required, but healing to be done all the same. Can you imagine what it's like to piss on an open wound on the most physically sensitive part of your body, which has just spent two and half days in what must be the vaginas answer to the battle of the Somme? The first time I had a piss I nearly passed out on the toilet.In the days that followed, (which I spent walking around like John Wayne - and my labia felt like his saddlebags) my breasts began to swell at an alarming rate. I wanted to breastfeed and had tried and tried, but my baby just wasnt taking anything, he was starting to lose weight and I was terrified. I started giving him a bottle just so I could measure how much he was drinking, which was, as I suspected, hardly anything at all. The only thing that was putting on weight was my breasts and they were starting to ache in a way I wouldn’t have imagined possible. Just at the point where I began to fear they'd either explode or I’d go crazy from the horrendous aching the baby began to drink. Six weeks or so later, when the sanitary towels the size of incontinence pads had been consigned to the bin and I was walking like myself again a strange dull ache began in my insides, they felt suspiciously like labour contractions and intensified till the point where I could be in no doubt that they were labour related. I went to the doctor in a state of horror thinking something was dreadfully wrong, (dont forget I was only just gone eighteen and totally clueless) and was casually told that they were 'after birth' pains (I'd never heard of such a thing) and that they'd pass in the next few days or weeks, everyone was different, and that no, I couldn’t be given anything for the pain, as I was breastfeeding. I'm not ashamed to say I went home and lay on my bed crying for three days till the worst of it was over, during which time the baby still needed to be fed, which intensified the pains, as the doctor had warned me it would. When that particular episode was over, there was the nightmare of weaning the baby off my breastmilk, which, I hadnt realised, meant a return to the aching porn star sized breasts (so I know what it feels like to look like Pamela Anderson, but with a great deal of pain and none of the payoff)Now, we are just talking about the late stages of pregnancy, labour and its immediate after effects here; we havent even gotten into the phenomonally demanding and exausting area of motherhood itself, which only begins when these obstacles are overcome. It is probably telling that my son has no brothers or sisters..Now, for the men on here, that may have been a hassle to read; can you imagine living it?! So, respect but no sympathy Rocky? I think a bit of sympathy, at the very least, is in order here, LOL!

That sound rough, starfish...I think it's safe to say that most women don't have as rough a time as you did, though. But I think the point being made was about attitude towards the whole thing...is the cup half empty or half full. Of note also is that it does make a difference if the father is around to help.

I do realise I had a particularly rough labour, but some of the more unsavory aspects of pregnancy and labour that I have described are pretty mandatory, such as swollen aching leaking breasts, constant need to urinate in the final months, very severe pain during actual delivery, extreme vaginal sorness due to stretching during labour etcThis is the first time I've spoken of my labour in years, it's not as if I go around moaning about it all the time. It's just when you hear a man say something about how wonderful an experience pregnancy is, and how women do too much grunting and groaning about it, it feels like time to get honest about what it can truly involve! I would describe myself as someone with a pretty high pain threshold, I've broken and fractured bones in the past without shedding a tear or even raising my voice, but that experience, that was off the scale and had me, alternatly, convulsing like a junkie and crying like a baby.You guys are never going to experience it first hand, so how are you going to know what you're actually talking about if we dont spell it out for you?

Well if you had a guy around to lick your swollen breasts, I've heard it helps. Among other things he might do, of course. Although as a guy I'll never know exactly what it's like, I've talked to many women who've had both kids and kidney stones...they say the kidney stones are worse. I've had kidney stones, and they're no walk in the park. The closest thing I could approximate them to is getting kicked in the balls...which is something women will never know about exactly. I suppose that makes us even...but I still say it helps a pregnant woman when there's a guy around. That won't help much with kidney stones, though.I've also heard that the first one is always the most difficult. My sister has had four, and the last one was done in 30 minutes. Do you think, if you met the right guy, you'd ever have another?

Yeah, I agree. It really pisses me off when men talk about women whining or complaining about child birth. If I could stay 5 months pregnant, I would. That is absolutely the best moments in pregnancy. The beginning sucks, the end (up until you see the baby) sucks.You lay on the table while everyone pokes and prods you while you are in the middle of labor. People telling you to 'remember to breathe', is comparable to cutting off your hand and someone telling you to think happy thoughts. The last time I was in labor, the pain must have made me kind of crazy, because I actually tried to convince myself that I was not in labor and was telling my sons father to take me home. This didn't go over to well with the nurses. But thank the gods for morphine. Oh, and to speak for the women who have had a c-section...this is not at all easy. Try being strapped to an operating table like Jesus while your child is being born. Or going home to care for this child after your stomach has been ripped open and not being able to take pain medication because you have to be awake every two hours to feed, change, etc. the baby. So if people want to say I am just complaining, I say screw you, I deserve to whine.

**Im SOOOO with ya on the side of mother who had C-section, after having 3 i thank god for morphine too LOL ** :grin: :grin:

Hmmm, I'm in love at the moment, and yes, I would consider having more kids, but my son is nearly thirteen as I've said, and his two sons are seventeen and eighteen, so it'd be a real case of starting all over again for the both of us.

You are absoloutly right about a man making things easier; I was in the very strange and lonely position of having a man around, who wasnt, and knew he wasnt, the childs father. I never experienced having anybody rub me or comfort me or cuddle me at all, and I really envied the women in the other beds who had their men there to look after them. I'm sure that aspect of a pregnancy would be a lovely thing, I would have loved to have the father there to rub my bump. I know in myself it must be a huge comfort emotionally and go a long way towards soothing those raging hormones that can make an emotional wreak of a woman during pregnancy.

My son was at least six months old before the man I was with got fond of him and we became a proper family. I dont have any bad feelings towards him at all, I reckon it was only natural he would resent my pregnancy and the resulting baby, I was screwing around behind his back and got pregnant for somebody else after all! Most men would have left, he didnt, well, not physically anyway; though he was emotionally absent for a long time, which, as I said, I cannot hold against him at all.

Yes I know the first is the worst, I've heard that from many mothers of more than one. On the subject of kicks in the balls though, would you open your legs for one just cause you thought it might hurt a bit less than the last? lol

LOL...I get your point. But, at least for a guy, it's always easier to deal with when you have an idea of what's coming.

I knew you would understand.

I wouldn't want sympathy. I would want empathy instead.

So would I; empathy is the ideal of course, but it isn’t technically possible for someone to empathise when they have not and cannot experience what you are going through; so sympathy is the best we can hope for from males, unfortunately, welcome and all as it is when we get it!