I didn't realize how mysterious people truly believe pregnancy to be, until I found myself on the receiving end of a barrage of questions having to do with my own. So many people want to know so many things about the new arrival, way in advance of the actual birthday. It can get a little — OK, a lot — invasive, which is why I refused to tell anyone when my baby was conceived. I’m an introvert, albeit a bit of an extroverted one, and I keep pretty tight-lipped about life in general, divulging info to only those I know well and trust completely (if such a thing is possible).
Only my closest friends know when my babies were conceived, and they knew me well enough not to even ask me (in so many words). Is there some kind of effect pregnant women have on the masses that make them completely tactless? I was seriously taken aback by some of the questions about my future child.
When I was pregnant people wanted to know if we were opting for a nanny or daycare, if I was planning to breastfeed, if I was going back to work after leave (like we could afford for me not to), and, of course, what the gender was of the fetus I was gestating. Mind you, not all of these people even knew my name (I’m looking at you, lady on the subway who practically stalked me on my commute home to Queens). What is it about pregnancy that puts a spell on people to ask annoyingly personal questions?
So no matter how often I got asked about my baby’s conception, I refused to share anything about it, and here are some reasons why: