“What was the weirdest or rudest comment you got while pregnant?” I asked on the Rookie moms Facebook page a few weeks ago.
Most of the responses had to do with appearance: many a expecting mom had been insulted when people stated she was either as well big, as well small, or looked expecting after delivery. I enjoyed reading comment after comment, however was surprised that nobody echoed the most unforeseen reaction I got from my co-workers:
Wait. Did you get expecting on purpose?
While many pregnancies are unintended in their conceptions, that concern is totally unacceptable under any type of circumstances, isn’t it? setting aside the rudeness of the question, I kept thinking, “What about my story, my extremely predictable-on-paper life path to this moment, would point to a surprise pregnancy?”
I was 30 years old, married for 2.5 years, had a 3-bedroom house, as well as had a fantastic task with benefits. having a infant was the thing I desired most right at that moment. My pregnancy might not have been more planned, more wanted for.
Here I am living it up on vacation in Europe, while simultaneously wanting to be pregnant. That desire, apparently, is only visible to me as well as my husband, who took the picture.
When, after telling my boss, I exposed my pregnancy to other co-workers, I was shocked when they questioned my intentions. “OF program I meant TO!” I thought, visualizing a little mountain made of all the ovulation sticks I had peed on during the previous year.
Now, however, I recognize that each of the people who nosily inquired about my birth manage success rate was coming to this line of doubting with their own unique agenda.
“Might this occur to me?” they may be wondering, if they were secretly lazy about contraception.
“What the hell did she do that for?” the childless-by-choice couple who served as a preferred vendor of my business must have believed when they thought about all the mountain biking I’d be missing out on while my infant gestated.
Perhaps my single colleagues, who, up until that moment believed we were totally on the exact same page of life, swapping San Francisco restaurant recommendations over lunch, suddenly realized I was not at all in synch with them, however rather had trick domestic fantasies to which they were not clued in.
Admittedly, I didn’t discuss the “trying” process at work. (Should I have?)
If your household was planned, did it take anyone by surprise when you revealed it?