I wore a high-waisted sundress, and my big bump was outshone only by my new double-D chest. It felt great, but I was entering my third trimester and needed to take it easy. After that, I was huge, sweaty and slammed with work.
We bonded over our views on the public school system (yes, please! I like to think I took myself off the market, but truthfully, only a man with a pregnancy fetish would have wanted me—and, yikes.
What I realized was that even though many single women are getting pregnant via sperm donors these days, it’s still considered an alternative lifestyle in the speedy, swipe-right, already disillusioned world of online dating.
Not to mention, Sexy Pregnant Me was much better in person.
They’d come to every doctor appointment and had even gone so far as to help me choose my donor, though I was technically having a baby alone—I would be a single mom by choice. Starving already, I was off to enjoy a triumphant falafel. The first thing every guy wanted to know about was my relationship with the baby daddy. I found myself endlessly explaining my choices to guys I didn’t even want to go out with anymore. He called me sneaky for not disclosing my pregnancy right away.
Hands trembling, I called my parents and sister, who cried with joy. I decided that after a couple of minutes of banter, I’d tell them I was expecting. This is where I learned something crucial about life: rejection is best served with ice cream.
Sleep training her—what seemed like hours of “crying it out”—felt positively traumatic to endure alone. Strollers plus subways plus stairwells are no day at the beach, especially when you’re solo. Because this experience is just too powerful to go it alone. He’s supersweet about my daughter, though I’ve definitely met guys who can’t handle the kid thing. Being a mom has filled my life with so much love that I think finding someone magical might actually be easier now. Someone kind, someone generous and someone who knows that the most beautiful thing about me will always be her.
But then there were the truly euphoric moments, the ones I didn’t anticipate at all, where I loved her so much that it was almost terrifying.
And after a while, I got it: The majority of them were looking for someone to start a clean future with, and I came with strings attached.
Most women don't even know they're knocked up until one or two months after the event and most dudes are reluctant to hit on a woman who is obviously pregnant, so there's a small window of opportunity to get any successful dating in-between that 2 to 4 month prime time.
Are there any Yelpers who dated pregnant chicks or Yelpettes who explored the dating scene whilst with child?
I felt disappointed—I thought we’d clicked—but mostly protective of myself and the little one inside.
By now, I knew I was having a girl, and no daughter of mine would ever see me chase a jerk.