When Someone Asks "When Are You Due?"
I was five years old when it happened to my mother. Ruth Therber, a little old lady with ginormous glasses, leaned across the church pew and asked my slender-and-not-in-the-least-bit pregnant mother when she was due.
I vividly remember the aftermath of this sabbath party foul. In the car, my father tried everything we could to console my mother. You don't look pregnant, I told her, while my father blamed senility, reminding my mother also that Ruth was legally blind.
For the record, the "legally blind" argument is a weak strategy. It's bad enough when a sighted person thinks they see a baby bump. It's all the worse when a blind persond does.
So here I am, 30+ years later, and it's happened to me.
Like my mother all those years ago, I don't look pregnant either, but I discovered that's really not the point. The feelings that follow this insensitive inquiry are more complex than "Do I look fat?"
Here's my take; what's yours?
“I dreamt my whole life about being a mother,” says Heidi Jellison. “I never dreamt about a big wedding, honestly never even dreamt about the husband part.” Jellison, a 35-year-old concert harpist and harp teacher, laughs at this last bit, but then her face settles into a quiet solemnity.
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