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To the Womb Watchers
A few days ago someone asked me when I was getting pregnant and I have not mentally recovered from that question. It is a question that pops a lot of new questions and statements in my head.
Having children is a big deal. Some people make it sound so easy, get pregnant and in nine months, a fully baked child pops out of the birth canal. As a single female in her mid thirties, that is a huge decision.
The father of my child is big deal. It takes two to tango. Adulting needs two people when it comes to having a child. Having a child goes beyond being pregnant, parenting is another.
We have that married female friend who hasn’t conceived yet.
We have that friend who is over her mid thirties, not married and hasn’t contemplated having kids.
We also have those moms, aunts, female friends and frenemies who stay asking the question “ when are you getting pregnant?”. These questions are uncomfortable when asked during Thanksgiving dinners, Christmas dinners, Fourth of July family reunions.
It is also uncomfortable when asked after running into an old friend at the grocery store, at a parking lot. It doesn’t matter where. It could call for secret tears at night.
