I am not writing about the upcoming tax hikes because a) I don’t expect them to affect my single income family and b) they are likely to affect those who voted for them, i.e. the miseducated professionals. I don’t expect this class of people to change their opinion on anything as a result of what is about to hit them — the progressive will always produce an issue along the lines of gay marriage or global warming to keep the faithful on the straight and narrow — but the upcoming spectacle of taxing “the rich” might be entertaining. It’s about time that they pony up anyway. What makes them think each one of their children can have a bedroom when families the world over are crowded into little huts and why does each spouse need a car, one of which is an SUV?
I’d rather talk ladies’ stuff. Catherine nee Middleton was hailed as Britain’s first truly modern princess, but it turned out she subscribes to totally outdated notions of pregnancy. She evidently checked into a hospital for severe morning sickness. It must be nice to be the Duchess of Cambridge. When I was in my first trimester, I screwed up royally at work and snubbed a few people socially just because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I hadn’t thrown up once, and I wouldn’t want to be in an institution or anything, but lying in bed all day would had been great.
Kate does seem to take pregnancy seriously. Allegedly, she postponed childbearing by more that a year because she was busy with events like the Olympics. A-ha. And there I was, looking at Kate’s pictures on magazine covers at check out counters, thinking that the reason for lack of baby news was an eating disorder. But enough picking on Kate; we have our own royalty.
In any event, the game many women play here is pretending that the state of being pregnant is just like not being pregnant. I had it relatively easy with both of my kids, which in reality means that the middle part of my pregnancy went swimmingly. Towards the end I was getting tired of dragging my uterus around, and I had to go on maternity leave a bit early because I was worried about my bladder in the transbay commute. I wished the seats and parking spaces reserved for the disabled were also available to expecting mothers, or that people would know to give up their sits to women who look like they are about to pop a baby.
I found that middle age black women do just that. They never noticed me in my pre-baby stage, which was just fine, it’s not like I was aching to talk to them, but as soon as I got pregnant — oh my! — they pretty much rolled out the red carpet for me. The demographic less interested in pregnant women were the white men, which, I suppose, makes sense because they don’t encounter that many pregnant women, and many were taught that women can do everything that men can do under any circumstances. I suppose it’s all good as long as we don’t put pregnant women on the frontlines.