[Posthuman Wombs]

When artist Anna Fries was pregnant, they didn’t feel at all like the stereotypical image of the expectant parent—a woman with hands clasped over her belly, her face glowing, gazing blissfully into the distance. It’s an image that leaves little room for those who are pregnant but do not identify as female, or for the reality that being pregnant can be physically tough and extremely disorienting. High time, then, to de-romanticize and de-feminize pregnancy. When artist Anna Fries was pregnant, they didn’t feel at all like the stereotypical image of the expectant parent—a woman with hands clasped over her belly, her face glowing, gazing blissfully into the distance. It’s an image that leaves little room for those who are pregnant but do not identify as female, or for the reality that being pregnant can be physically tough and extremely disorienting. High time, then, to de-romanticize and de-feminize pregnancy. When artist Anna Fries was pregnant, they didn’t feel at all like the stereotypical image of the expectant parent—a woman with hands clasped over her belly, her face glowing, gazing blissfully into the distance. It’s an image that leaves little room for those who are pregnant but do not identify as female, or for the reality that being pregnant can be physically tough and extremely disorienting. High time, then, to de-romanticize and de-feminize pregnancy. When artist Anna Fries was pregnant, they didn’t feel at all like the stereotypical image of the expectant parent—a woman with hands clasped over her belly, her face glowing, gazing blissfully into the distance. It’s an image that leaves little room for those who are pregnant but do not identify as female, or for the reality that being pregnant can be physically tough and extremely disorienting. High time, then, to de-romanticize and de-feminize pregnancy.