If I could name the season of life I’m in, it’s baby shower season. A few years ago, wedding season began. That is starting to wrap up (still a few straggling invitations to come, though). And, so, naturally, as things go, many of the couples who I witnessed say, “I do” a few years ago are now sending out the “We’re expecting!” notices. And I am going to a lot of baby showers. As a woman who doesn’t plan on having children and who has come to terms with it, going to all of these celebrations of babies and pregnancy brings up some interesting feelings and experiences. They aren’t necessarily bad or good, but I can’t help but feel like…an intruder? Or…an imposter? I feel that I’m at the meeting of a club of which I am not a member. When a woman becomes pregnant, she changes from being a child to a parent. That’s not to say that I’m a child, but, there is this major transition that everyone I know is going through that I’m…not. Here is what it’s like to attend baby showers as a woman who doesn’t want kids.
I wonder if they know
I almost feel like I’m wearing some sort of scarlet letter that everyone can see. I’m sure I’m totally projecting and it’s all in my head, but it’s hard to shake the idea that everyone thinks “She doesn’t belong here” when I walk in, because I’ll never officially be joining that baby-makers club.