When I was 12 weeks pregnant, my husband and I started telling people beyond our immediate family about our future child. I informed my boss first, then spent most of that night calling close friends and other relatives, then told my co-workers the next day.
Most of my friends, upon getting an actual phone call in the age of texts and emails, suspected the news before I even got the words out. "I knew it!" "I just told [insert husband's name] you were going to tell me you were pregnant!" I was 32 and had been married for just over a year. It wasn't inevitable, but it wasn't shocking either. Surprised or not, everyone was excited to hear about my expanding family and soon-to-be-expanding belly.
It was that week that I first heard the question that has been gnawing at me for the past 11 weeks.
"Will you go back to work after the baby?"
The woman who asked that week was in her 70s, and though I made note of it, I reasoned things were different when she was a young mom and it wasn't a huge deal for her to ask. She didn't seem to think I was wrong to go back. She was just curious about my plans.
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