Life Without Baby

Filling the silence in the motherhood discussion

Guest Blogger: Carrie Friedman May 16, 2010

Excerpt from PREGNANT PAUSE, by Carrie Friedman


During my first three years of marriage, everywhere I went, people’s eyes migrated to my unchanging waistline. And it was everyone. Not just friends and family, but the eye doctor, the dental assistant, the bagger at the grocery store. And all of them felt entitled to ask.

The strangest inquiry had to have been from my yoga teacher: I drove across town once a week to take this class because I loved the teacher, a hip young German woman with a thick accent who’d play Tina Turner music during the sun salutations. She was the kind of funky that made you wish you had a tattoo. Something small and tasteful but a little bit bad. Because she hadn’t fully grasped the language yet, she was often unintentionally poetic when speaking to all of us. My favorite was, “you are lifting the Springtime of your heart to the flowers in your skull.”

I was resting in savasana pose, on my back, when she knelt down near my ear and whispered: “Your ovaries are ripe, yes?”

I opened my eyes and looked up at her. “My who?” Surely she meant something else. Eggs? Omelettes? Oranges? Or maybe this was some sort of German lesbian come-on line?

She whispered again: “Your ovaries, they are bright and ready for the babies.”

I pulled my legs to my chest, as if this could somehow block her x-ray vision into my pelvis, and stared at her, confused. Who was this woman and why was she tracking my ovulation better than I was? How could she tell? Was I bloated? And did she have to interrupt my peaceful resting pose, the one chance I had per week to fully relax and reflect?

I didn’t stick around after class to clarify, and my ovaries and I never went back.

On our first Thanksgiving as a married couple, a mere month after Stephen and I tied the knot, my Great-Uncle Marvin focused on the area just below my waistline and said, “Oh Carrie! I see a little paunch! Is somebody expecting?” His eyes became googly and he sounded like he was talking to a puppy. He didn’t go so far as to poke my paunch, which was fortunate since I would have broken his fingers.

No, Marv,” I said. “I just finished eating Thanksgiving dinner, just like you.” I stopped short of asking him when he was due.

Why do people feel entitled to ask? Did they see the wedding band and connect marriage with procreation? It was obnoxious: For all he knew, I couldn’t have kids. For all I knew I couldn’t have kids, as I had not yet tried. But imagine if I had submitted to all kinds of treatments, only to come up empty-wombed. Imagine how painful this line of interrogation would be. Stephen thinks some people ask because it helps them validate their own choices. But he doesn’t truly understand how infuriating it is, and that’s no doubt because nobody badgers men about procreativity with the same frequency.

Was there a more personal question than the equivalent to: “So! You and the hubby having lots of unprotected sex lately?” How would they feel if I looked at their wrinkles and grey hair and said: “You look older every time I see you. You planning for your funeral yet?” or “You’re menopausal, right? How’s the dryness?” Sure, maybe they were just making conversation, but when I thought of ice-breakers, birth control didn’t spring to mind.

Perhaps childfree couples should all carry a printed card in their wallets, with this list of possible responses to the dreaded “when are you having babies?” question:

  • I had two this morning. They were delicious.”
  • Actually, I can’t have kids. I’d managed to go a few hours without thinking about it, but thanks for reminding me.”
  • Well, we had one. You must not have read about it, but long story short, don’t hire an English nanny.”
  • We’re not. We’ve decided to clone.”

Hopefully that will shut them up.


Carrie Friedman lives and writes in Los Angeles. She has been published in several publications, including Newsweek, and in a couple of anthologies, including Cassette From My Ex. Her website is


Win a copy of Carrie’s brilliant book, PREGNANT PAUSE. Just leave a comment on this post and we’ll draw a random winner next Saturday. The book is also available on Amazon.


7 Responses to “Guest Blogger: Carrie Friedman”

  1. Janna Says:

    I had a similar experience just after I got married. My 80 year old Aunt called her daughter and told her that I must be preganant. My cousin called to ask me directly about it and my response was “I am?”. If I’m preganant, I told my cousin it must be something in the water, which would mean that my 80 year old Aunt, who lives around the corner from me, must be pregnant too!
    We laughed – but underneah it all it hurt. The pain would cotinue until my husband and I finally realized we were never going to have children.

  2. loribeth Says:

    Oh, this is so true. And the only thing worse than being asked that question when you’re struggling with infertility is when you’ve struggled with infertility, actually gotten pregnant & then lost the baby. I know I still looked “plump,” but you wouldn’t believe how many people asked me when I was due, for a long time afterwards. Talk about salt in the wound.

    Even if I don’t win the book, I will be looking for it & look forward to reading it!

  3. Kate S. Says:

    I read Pregnant Pause last month and LOVED LOVED LOVED it!!! I laughed, I cried, I read it again. Perfect for so many people. Just my 2 cents! 🙂

  4. Jennifer Gill Says:

    So funny. I love the “had two for breakfast” response…mine is generally more of the “thanks for reminding me” variety, but that one is better! I was on a date years ago (around age 33, yep) and wearing one of the little babydoll tops that were popular then, and somebody asked me when the “blessed event” would be. Gave that top away!!

    My “pet peeve” became my old health insurance provider, who started sending out postcards and little booklets a couple years ago (right around age 40) advertising their OB services, with taglines like “Baby on the Brain?” I don’t know if their plan was to increase the number of psychiatric clients, but it sure felt that way!

  5. Kate B Says:

    I would have thought as I got older, approaching AARP qualification age, that it would stop. But no, just yesterday, ran into a distant cousin at Home Depot, and there came the question. “When are you going to have some kids.” I wish I had thought of something smart like the “just had two for breakfast” but maybe my honest “we can’t” taught him a lesson about asking that question.

  6. lmanterfield Says:

    Ladies, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry when I read these comments. I’m opting for both.

  7. […] have one last copy of Carrie Friedman’s excellent (and very funny) book, Pregnant Pause to give away to the teller of the funniest […]

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