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Not only would I be having a newborn in several months, but I couldn’t even meet up for a proper drink.
Also, should we end up liking each other, it might be a lot to explain to their friends, colleagues and families.
One of the many reasons that I initially felt this was the right decision for me was that I wanted to relax a little when it came to the pursuit of romance.
Also, even though I’d gotten pregnant on my own terms, I didn’t want to close the door on love.
So it was serendipitous that I met Aaron, a humanities professor, at a dinner party during my second trimester.
Aaron seemed to delight in every detail of my story.
They’d come to every doctor appointment and had even gone so far as to help me choose my donor, though I was technically having a baby alone—I would be a single mom by choice. Starving already, I was off to enjoy a triumphant falafel. The first thing every guy wanted to know about was my relationship with the baby daddy. I found myself endlessly explaining my choices to guys I didn’t even want to go out with anymore. He called me sneaky for not disclosing my pregnancy right away.
Hands trembling, I called my parents and sister, who cried with joy. I decided that after a couple of minutes of banter, I’d tell them I was expecting. This is where I learned something crucial about life: rejection is best served with ice cream.
Without much time to explain, I asked the yogi to hold my hand. My mother reminded me, as she always does, that there’s a halo above me. When I explained that I used a sperm donor, they were comforted but confused. And to be fair, I’d waited until about 20 minutes in, because our banter seemed so fluid and fun.I wore a high-waisted sundress, and my big bump was outshone only by my new double-D chest. It felt great, but I was entering my third trimester and needed to take it easy. After that, I was huge, sweaty and slammed with work.We bonded over our views on the public school system (yes, please! I like to think I took myself off the market, but truthfully, only a man with a pregnancy fetish would have wanted me—and, yikes.Sleep training her—what seemed like hours of “crying it out”—felt positively traumatic to endure alone. Strollers plus subways plus stairwells are no day at the beach, especially when you’re solo. Because this experience is just too powerful to go it alone. He’s supersweet about my daughter, though I’ve definitely met guys who can’t handle the kid thing. Being a mom has filled my life with so much love that I think finding someone magical might actually be easier now. Someone kind, someone generous and someone who knows that the most beautiful thing about me will always be her.But then there were the truly euphoric moments, the ones I didn’t anticipate at all, where I loved her so much that it was almost terrifying.