In the early 1970s, one of the main points of law that our Supreme Court focused on when deciding Roe v Wade was the woman's right to privacy. And no matter how you feel about their ruling, it's true, pregnant women have no privacy.
When I was pregnant it was fun at first, but then I found myself complaining. I'd joke with a work friend who doesn't have kids, saying, "I just need to make myself a t-shirt with my due date and 'it's a boy' written on it, so people will stop asking me questions." I didn't like strangers touching me. At six months, a female patient told me I must have twins in there I was so big. A month later a male patient told me I looked like a house. I knew it silly to complain about, but I really couldn't go anywhere without some commentary.
How must women with unwanted pregnancies feel? I can't even imagine.
Oh, what I wouldn't give for a little commentary now.
Waiting for an adoption is full of hope and wonder. It promises new life that'll change ours in ways we can't expect. I'm optimistic and excited.
But waiting for an adoption is also quiet. Man, I miss the belly. I'm thankful I had that experience and sorrowful for those who never have such good fortune. I didn't know I'd long for those days again. Ladies, I'm begging you, don't take it for granted. Those ultrasound pictures you get/choose to post online, the loving folks who are just curiously excited for you: drink it up. Be thankful. Be joyful.
Be kind. Be also mindful and empathic of the men and women around you. With or without a belly, they might have something worth hoping and gushing for too.