Your first trimester of pregnancy is lonely
I’ve read several pregnancy books, and not one explains how lonely your first trimester is. Sure they tell you about the development of your baby, how your body is changing, maybe a bit of information about hormonal changes, but nothing about isolation.
I used to go to several events a week. And as soon as you arrive, you’re automatically handed a glass of wine, champagne or prosecco. If you don’t accept, you’re looked at with suspicion. They search your face for answers — will she hate the event, what’s she going to write, how can we make her happy?
So I’ve quit going to events. I just can’t handle a perky 25-year-old trying to sell me an experience or product, especially without something to dilute the boredom. But since I’ve quit going, I’ve also seen my career take a nose dive. I no longer have the ideas. My pitches have become bland, and I’m not getting the attention I used to.
I didn’t understand the 1950s housewife when I read the The Feminine Mystique at university. I found it a bit whinny and tedious. But unfortunately, I feel like I’ve become a housewife. I suppose it’s nice to have time to cook, but what to cook seems to occupy my day. And don’t even get me started on housework. Luckily I’m still a slob and have clean clothes pilled up in my living room.
I just need to get myself back on track somehow. It’s not like I can apply for jobs — who’s going to hire the pregnant lady? So what’s going to happen when I actually have the baby? Will I have a career? Can I get back on the ladder? This is all really stressful … and isolating.
