I recently read
"On Pregnancy and Privacy and Fear" and I my response was very complicated. I read the first half of the article thinking to myself
Oh my. This is it! This is so right! Thinking, I could have written this paragraph. That's exactly how I felt. Want some examples?
Talking about when to announce their pregnancy, the author says,
I want to hold onto my “pre-pregnancy self” as long as possible. I like that self. I like the way people speak to her, react to her. I don’t want things to change. I have enough friends with babies to know how this works. Once you let people know you’re pregnant, you’re entered into lots of conversations about your belly, your weight, your breasts and how you plan on using them, what medications you’ll take, and why you’re right or wrong about them. I don’t want to have these conversations. I like the kinds of conversations I already have.
On why it is so hard to make the news public, she says,
Part of this is about the wedding, the way I ceased to be “Aubrey” and became “The Bride” as soon as Devan and I shared the news of our engagement. It was like my previous self disappeared and all anyone wanted to know was what my dress looked like and what kind of flowers I would carry and what my new name would be.
And, this time around,
I can feel it happening again, the disappearing. Already excited friends and family have written over “Aubrey” with “Mother-to-Be.” I’ve got a book coming out this year and no one’s asked about it since I told them I was pregnant. Of course it’s silly for me to think I can dictate the topic of every conversation. And again, these people are nothing but generous and kind. Their priorities are different than mine, and I can respect that. But sometimes it hurts.
Maybe I should have stopped there. Because I fundamentally disagree with the rest of her "pro-choice" rhetoric about "reproductive freedom".
And that's just the problem. Ultimately, I can't relate to Aubrey Hirsch. We have very different convictions regarding personhood and human rights. However, the people that share my convictions on the value of human life are often the people who are least considerate and understanding of my struggle to be excited about being pregnant or about being married, etc., etc.