I read a lot about how women’s bodies are public property.
It’s political and in your face at times, but it’s true.
It just is.
I know women’s bodies are constantly being policed, but I’ve been dealing with this odd feeling that the second I got married…my body really became something up for discussion by anyone and everyone. Specifically, family planning.
Before I even walked down the aisle, strangers were giving me advice (that I didn’t ask for) on how long we should wait to have kids and how many. Now I can’t escape the incessant conversations on when we should have another and how it’s so much better to have them as close together as possible.
I was lucky to not have anyone touch me when I was pregnant who I didn’t want in my space (I guess my face does not lend itself an invitation to touch my body), but once Bennett was out it was as if I had a sign over my head inviting any strange person to talk to me about the next baby.
I even made a joke once that I would rather space children a little further apart and not be incontinent than get pregnant too soon (by the way, assuming that I COULD get pregnant again).
I was told not to be selfish.
I didn’t want to write yet another rant on this, so I made haikus at my desk during a lunch break this week.
It’s a set of three to show a progression of my story. It isn’t anything earth shattering or well written or amazing, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I find writing does something to assist emotions that dawdle. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to put a little creativity into the world.
Woman no baby
Years go by she’s bad lady
Baby comes so good
Four months it is time
Second baby now now now
Bad mom if you wait
Body not working
Sleep deprived, poop up to eyes
Blessed, but you’re joking
I hope to have something more insightful and well-written for my next installment. For now, you will just have to forgive my sleep deprived mind that is resolving emotional issues in 5-7-5 couplets.