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To all my fellow lovely ladies,

It is so wonderful and refreshing to belong to a group in which the
members so perfectly grasp the wonders and the joys of being
pregnant! I'm a medical professional (nurse practitioner) and I'm
now 31 years old. I have been bred successfully four times (I say
bred "successfully" because I've had a miscarriage, which was
probably my fault) and am preparing to be bred again this summer.

I've had five wonderful children (including fraternal twins) and
have been bred by both black men and white men and in every case
I've had my babies adopted at birth by loving couples who were
unable to conceive a child together. I cannot think of a more
loving gift.

I've been so blessed; I get pregnant rather easily, and have never
had anything but a joyous pregnancy and easy births (I've never been
in labor longer than 4 hours). I have that wonderful elastic skin
(thanks so much again, mom!) and have no stretch marks despite
carrying twins once (they were delivered vaginally) and two other
babies each of which weighed more than eight pounds at birth. I
love getting very big in the belly (and believe me I have!) and I
can honestly say I feel more like a woman when I'm pregnant than at
all other times. Women glow, look so radiant when there's a baby
growing in the womb.

I look forward to conceiving again in the very near future and to
all you pregnant ladies out there, if you don't know how to swim,
learn. It is THE best exercise you can possibly do if you're
pregnant. Swimming exercises every muscle group in the body and,
unlike running or walking, is totally non-destructive and GREAT for
the legs, back, and breasts.

With love and good wishes,

Veronica A. Hartley (New Jersey)

--- In [email protected], "barefoot_so_good"
<barefoot_so_good@... wrote:

Hi Veronica,

Thanks for speaking up and contributing. It's always nice to find new
folks to talk to. When did you start making babies?

Having some medical training is very helpful. I know several women
involved in the local birth community, and they're all very
knowledgeable and desirous to help other women. One of my lovers is a
doula, and it's a great way to meet other women looking for someone to
get them pregnant.

Will you breed black or white or something else this summer?

Best,
Barefoot

You are quite welcome, Barefoot. I joined this group with the
intention of trying to make a contribution and it's nice to get
feedback.

To answer your first question, I was 20 the first time I was bred.
It was in the early summer of 1995; I had just graduated from
college (Columbia University in New York City) and was home with my
family in Boulder, Colorado, which is where I was born and raised.

I had been on the pill (Loestrin) and as you probably know it's best
to take six months off the pill for every six months on the pill. I
had just finished my six months off and had started back on the
pill. I became romantically involved with a half white, half
Hispanic married man (a friend of the family) who was 42 at that
time. I thought I was protected but I wasn't and he ended up
impregnating me rather quickly -- like, two weeks after I got home
from New York for the summer.

Abortion was never, ever an option with me and I went back to
Columbia, to begin medical school and get my MS in nursing as well,
with a tiny seed growing in my belly. I got very big in the belly
but it was truly a wonderful pregnancy. I ate right, exercised
right, got plenty of rest, and the time went by way too quickly. My
little boy was born on February 20, 1996, two days early, and he was
adopted immediately. I had made all the adoption arrangements in
the fall and I even enjoyed sex with the parents-to-be (the wife was
very bisexual) many times before the actual birth. I had written
that I've been bred white, and that was the time.

I suffered with a very bad case of post-partum depression because I
wanted the baby, my son, so badly. It took a lot of counseling but
I finally got over it. I kept milk in my breasts and pumped them
several times a day, donating the milk to one of the many breast
milk banks in New York.

But at this point I should tell you something about my pre-college
background. My parents were, naturally, both Caucasian and my
mother was a professional musician (the violin) who played many
years with the Colorado Symphony in Denver and now gives private
lessons.

My father was an architect and was killed in a private plane crash
in southern Wyoming when I was nine years old. For the last two
years or so he was alive my father would bring a friend home, a
black man with whom my dad had worked on a number of building
projects. The man, Larry Carver was his name, would come home with
my dad on Friday evenings and stay until Sunday evening. He would
stay with my mom and dad in their bedroom. Larry was there for one
purpose and one purpose only: to have sex with my mother. Whether
or not my dad took part as an active member of a threesome or was
merely a cuckold I really don't know, although I suspect he did take
an active part in some way. I actually saw Larry fucking my mom on
several occasions when the bedroom door was left ajar (for my
benefit, perhaps?) or when my dad would open the door to leave the
room and I would be upstairs and could see inside. Larry was very
dark skinned, like the color of dark chocolate, and the sight of his
bare body on top of my mother's very white one was, to me,
incredibly beautiful. What I saw back then, and what my mother
would tell me, planted the seed in my head that black men and white
women are THE perfect match, that they were created for each other.

Mom explained it all to me one afternoon when she thought I was old
enough to understand, about her powerful attraction to black men and
Larry's equally powerful attraction to white women. I was okay with
that, really I was. The sex they shared was separate and apart from
that which my mother and dad shared. One was romantic and in the
context of marriage, and the other was for the pure pleasure of
mutual sexual enjoyment. My mother drew a clear distinction between
the two, and so do I.

Larry had never been married and within a few months of my dad's
death he and my mom got married. Mom got pregnant right away and
would have four beautiful biracial babies over a period of not quite
seven years, the oldest of whom, my sister Tonya, is now 21 and has
just finished her junior year at the University of Texas at Austin.

Larry and I never had sex during my high school years, although God
knows I dreamed about it often enough and saw him naked all the
time. He and my mom had an "open door" policy with regard to their
bedroom and any time I wanted to just walk in and watch them have
sex I was more than welcome to do so. Larry and my mom did it
almost every day and, if she were pregnant (and she often was),
right up until time for her to deliver. I loved watching and
masturbating as I did but I wanted it bad and it got extremely
frustrating sometimes.

All the other babies I've had since that first one have been black-
bred and all in the future will continue to be as well. All have
been adopted although I have not been a "surrogate" in the strict
sense of the word. A true surrogate gets artifically impregnated by
the father-to-be and breeds for a fee (usually several thousand
dollars plus all medical expenses). I've never gone the "pregnancy
for pay" route and never will. To me it's taking advantage of an
unfortunate situation (i.e., the couple's being unable to conceive
on their own). I've not had sex to get pregnant by the father-to-be
in any of my pregnancies, or via the IVF "turkey baster" route.

I choose my breeding bulls very carefully and have always utilized
two, and usually three, when trying to conceive. My partners are
NOT chosen randomly. I love these guys who say they will
be "passing through" such-and-such a town on such-and-such a date
and will be available for breeding...like a plumber stopping by to
fix a leaking faucet. Who IS this guy anyway?? Is he fresh out of
jail, or possibly a drug dealer, or maybe is HIV+ and doesn't know
it...or what?? It's estimated that 25% of all HIV+ people in the
United States DON'T KNOW they are infected.

So, ladies, screen your potential breeders VERY CAREFULLY. Remember
that, with the grace of God, you are creating a life, a human being,
and whether you want to keep the baby or give the child up for
adoption you owe it to the baby you will carry in your womb to give
him or her EVERY possible chance at a normal, healthy life.

I thought the letter sent out to all new members reminding them of
the tremendous responsibilities involved in bringing a child into
the world, was exceptionally well written and should be carefully
read by all. This is not something which should be done on a lark
because you have nothing better to do on a given weekend, but MUST
be very carefully thought out.

Thanks again for allowing me to be a member of this group!

Veronica A. Hartley, CNP

Parsippany, NJ