I've been asked by men and women, young and old, acquaintances and strangers and family and friends. In intimate settings and public forums. By medical professionals (with no regard to my health), cabbies and cashiers.
Many of us grow up with dreams of what life will be like with a new baby. What we don't count on, however, is eventually having a baby who doesn't settle when we hold her. Who grunts, and groans and fights her feedings.
Pregnancy can be an isolating experience, if only because it's your own. No one can know how you feel, because they aren't you. And you have no idea how to feel, because it's not something you've ever done before. Every day, every feeling, is new.
While you will face people who wish you harm for the passport you hold, the religion you follow or the color of your skin, you will also know many people who wish you nothing but happiness and success. It turns out, there is a dark side and a light side to humanity, and the battle is raging.
Dear Baby, Here are my promises to you, our family, and myself at this bittersweet junction in our story. As the clock ticks away the moments until you arrive, I have committed to stop and savor every last drop of this pregnancy.
Speak loudly in her husband's earshot about how little sex you have had since the birth of the kids. This may get him off your friend's case if he happens to think she's the only one with no sex drive. Also mention how much your husband helped out with the baby. Lie if necessary.