Content warning: Miscarriage.
The defining feature of my life right now is that I am pregnant. Almost every casual conversation starts with either a “Congratulations!”...
I suspect that most agree with this basic principle, this core assumptions of modern democratic life: pregnancies should be, with rare and rarely charming exceptions, planned.
Because of the suffering of children, Dostoyevsky's Ivan was willing to "return his ticket" to God. "Pregnant at Harvard?" reminded me of his rebellion.
