Hello, I’m Rachel. I’m 41, single and pregnant. Taken
together, these three elements tend to act as sad little modifiers for
each other. “Single” is usually applied to women as though they are a
problem to be fixed. “41” is usually past the age when people consider
your problem fixable (let’s just say the concerned clucking about when I
would get married and have kids ended abruptly at 40).
“Pregnant” — well, everyone seems to have ideas about what women ought
to be doing with their uteri. Some of you may even feel sorry for me,
all alone with no husband to rub my feet. (This is a pregnancy book
staple, I am discovering.) I know how it looks: at 41, single and pregnant, I’m a sad, lonely outlier. But it’s 2014. I’m not.
-Medium
