“Being the hypochondriac I am, my immediate thought was: oh my god, how does she know? I’ve seen I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant; I know how this shit turns out. There must be dozens, hundreds of women whose eyebrows kissed their foreheads over the course of nine months as stranger after stranger offered them open seats, knowing smiles, gently used bottle warmers. They just never put it together until they were crowning in a Barnes & Noble bathroom. MAYBE I WAS ONE OF THOSE WOMEN, and these ladies were angels sent to notify me before I was clinging to a handrail for dear life, my recently purchased items sprawled amid recently used paper towels and crumpled receipts. I didn’t want to end up like one of them!”
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Halle Kiefer, I Didn’t Know Other People Didn’t Know I Wasn’t Pregnant
The day Halle told me about this I remember she consoled herself by saying she was going to write about it for the Hairpin, thereby transforming her shame into hilarity, which is something I always support.
One of my other favorite stories about this is Jennabee’s timeless classic, THE WORST MORNING OF MY LIFE.
