What to Expect When You’re Expecting
I thought of concealing myself behind the androgyny of my initials and writing a mean little piece about apple-pie and motherhood and pregnancy in particular. But honesty prevails and I confess to being a woman, and a pregnant one, too.
Or is it honesty? Let me search my soul here momentarily. Is it not rather the concentration on self to which pregnant women are prone, an animal survival mechanism that makes eceinte one think of herself with her little passenger as the only being on earth, and of her pregnancy as the only thing worth thinking about, the thing that people want to know?