Minor Annoyances

Minor Annoyance 1: That I find more amusing then anything else – the more obviously and visibly pregnant I become, the less that people on the bus are willing to make eye contact with me. And the more ashamed they look when they see me coming.

My amusement was compounded this morning by the middle aged man who insisted on completely blocking the aisle precisely halfway between the front and the back of the bus, thus keeping passengers from reaching one of the several seats available at the back and the woman at the front of the bus who needed not only a support bar but three straps to keep her steady. I studied her, as I stood there in all my unbalanced “glory” wondering why she felt all three straps were necessary.

My musings were interrupted by the recent vacancy of a seat near the front, which J, noting that the extreme heat of the bus was making me progressively paler, blocked out so I could sit down. This maneuver was followed by one of the women, already sitting down, glaring at both of us. I imagine we must have been quite the distraction, the 7.5 month pregnant woman and her husband colluding to get her a seat so she does not pass out on the bus.

Minor Annoyance 2 & 3: Recent articles and comments in the New York Times

The New York Times has been running a series of articles entitled 21st Century Babies, on the increased use and suggested abuse of fertility treatments in the United States. The first article, The Gift of Life, and Its Price discusses the special risks involved in having twins.

Other writers, such as Julie at a little pregnant, have delved into the inaccuracies of the articles and the ignorance of some of the commentators. My irritation was how the article was framed.

I am a fraternal twin, naturally conceived. My brother and I were born a week before our actual due date. My mother did not know she was carrying twins until after my brother was born, when she continued labor. To say that all parties in the room were surprised would be an understatement. Aside from a lower birth weight (I was 4lbs, 4oz and had to stay in the hospital an extra week, since my brother was over 5lbs he was released with our mother) both of us were perfectly healthy.

According to the framing of the New York Times article, I should be down on my knees thanking the gods above that we were among the only 40% of twins born full term (seriously, a week short of full term as a twin is, for all intents and purposes, full term), healthy and without most of the
Statements such as “while most twins go home without serious complications, government statistics show that 60 percent of them are born prematurely. That increases their chances of death in the first few days of life, as well as other problems...” make me want to bang my head against something, because the subsequent problems described in the article are all issues that occur in pregnancy of singles as well.(1) The New York Times does not give any comparison analysis of how much higher the rates are between single and multiple pregnancies and, frankly, manages to make me feel like a freak of a nature.

Later this week I made the mistake of wading into the comments on an article about a woman who had a five year relationship with a priest, conceived a son who is now terminally ill and has spent over twenty years trying to get the father to own up to it financially. Except that the father is a Franciscan priest and has essentially hidden behind his order and weaseled out of any personal responsibility towards the child he conceived. Oh, and there is this little incident midway through the article when the woman learns that this same priest has been carrying on a sexual relationship with a young woman, that started when the woman was in high school. His punishment? He was sent to a treatment center for sex offenders and put in charge of teaching seminarians how to be celibate.

Naturally, a goodly number of comments put all the blame squarely on the woman, because of her mental health issues and three divorces, which point to her being unstable and irresponsible. Obviously she is a “loose” woman with questionable morals who is trying to persecute the priest, the order and the Catholic church. Unfortunately, I did not stop reading before hitting the inevitable “Catholic bashing” comments that always drives me insane.

So I say to self, “Self, you really must stop reading the article comments” and self agrees. Self will probably not follow this suggestion.

(1) Mr Cloth diaper and his wife, for example. A week after deflecting his attempts to assert his moral superiority, his wife went into labor and delivered their single daughter 8 weeks early. Mother, father and child are all fine.