Open-Season-On-Pregnancy-Women Syndrome Analysis
Open season on pregnant women
Being pregnant for the first time has made me aware of a phenomenon that I am convinced only a pregnant woman can truly understand. I call it “the open-season-on-pregnant-women syndrome,” for lack of a better name. Early in my pregnancy, my older sister warned me that having a baby is not the private affair I had always assumed it would be. Despite millions of years of babies, the idea of a new life is still fascinating enough to make even strangers want to share in the excitement and responsibility. To put it simply, the pregnant woman, and her fetus, are public domain.
The most obvious manifestation of the syndrome is really old fashioned nosiness, but to be polite I will call it curiosity. It can start before
Being pregnant for the first time has made me aware of a phenomenon that I am convinced only a pregnant woman can truly understand. I call it “the open-season-on-pregnant-women syndrome,” for lack of a better name. Early in my pregnancy, my older sister warned me that having a baby is not the private affair I had always assumed it would be. Despite millions of years of babies, the idea of a new life is still fascinating enough to make even strangers want to share in the excitement and responsibility. To put it simply, the pregnant woman, and her fetus, are public domain.
The most obvious manifestation of the syndrome is really old fashioned nosiness, but to be polite I will call it curiosity. It can start before