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?
Shauntel Jennings has never slept like a baby. Even as an infant, her mother stood guard over her crib, waiting for her daughter to stop breathing. She shook Shauntel’s tiny body several times each night, rousing her from her breathless sleep.
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