Last Saturday I sat in on one of Boston Ballet’s Adaptive Dance classes, which are offered to children with Down syndrome with the primary goal of building a love of dance.
I could tell you that I accepted the invitation to observe this class because I was curious, because I love dance, and because I think Boston Ballet is a fantastic organization that gives a lot to the Boston community, and so I wanted to learn more about the Adaptive Dance program. Because that would all be true. But it wouldn’t be the whole truth.
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I hate being pregnant. There, I said it. Despite the fact that this child is wanted, that we had an easy time conceiving while I have friends struggling with infertility, that my own mother tells me she never felt healthier than the three times she was pregnant, I said it. I hate being pregnant, and it feels good to get it off my swollen, blue-veined chest.
Delivering a baby is not like ordering a meal at a restaurant. This is probably not news to anyone, yet the idea persists for most of us that we can somehow “order” up the labor we want. We write birth plans, we take childbirth classes, we read 
Yes, that’s right, folks! It’s possible to enjoy the last few weeks of your pregnancy. True, your body feels like it’s about to explode and you have a 100 aches and pains. True, you should not be held responsible for the things that come out of your mouth or for your ability to do addition. And true, your every waking moment is filled with answering the phone/email and informing all your well-meaning friends and family that, “No, the baby is not here yet. ” And, “Actually, we probably won’t call you when we’re in labor, you screaming idiot.”
I’m from Kansas. That statement most often evokes responses like, “Hey Dorothy,” or, “Does anyone actually live in Kansas?” But after this Sunday’s murder of Dr. George Tiller–a family man, a churchgoer, a fellow Kansan, and yes, a medical practitioner who sanctioned a woman’s right to choose and also provided late-term abortions–the term Bleeding Kansas comes to mind once again.
