Last week when I was at school, I was talking with two friends of mine when a woman rushed up to me.
"Excuse me," she said, a little embarassed, "but are you a law student here?"
"Yes," I said, "though not this semester."
She smiled. "I'm sorry, you're going to probably think this is really
weird, and honestly I don't go around randomly assaulting pregnant
women. But, um, I just wanted to know, so you got pregnant in law
school?"
"Yes," I said, "I was pregnant all second semester."
"Well, I'm so glad I saw you!" She beamed. "I'm a 1L, and I've thought
about having kids in school, but everybody thought I was crazy, and
it's just nice to know I'm not the only one who thought about it."
She paused. "So, how are you going to do It?"
I didn't wonder what It meant. Any woman who wants kids knows what It
means. It means when, It means how, and It means a million other
unanswerable questions.
I shrugged. "I don't know."
I've been asked the question before. How are you going to do It?
Sometimes I wish I knew. Usually, though, I think life would be boring if I knew all the answers ahead of time.
When I get intimidated by what's coming, when I'm scared that I can't
do It, I think about traveling. Sometimes my journeys didn't work out
so well, like the time I was stranded at 3:30 am in the middle of
winter in a rural Polish train station, my only company the two local
town drunks and a toothless prostitute. I was twenty years old, alone,
and terrified.
But the drunks were friendly and the prostitute tried her broken
English on me. What started out as a disaster turned into a bright
story to remember. At the time I remember cursing myself for thinking
that a mid-winter jaunt to Krakow on the cheap local train would be
fun. "I could be at home now," I kept thinking, "warm in bed, and
safe." That was true enough. But if I had stayed warm in bed and safe,
I wouldn't remember the shy prostitute telling me haltingly, "My name,
it Kashia."
I don't know how I'm going to do It, but that's the thrill of going on an adventure.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
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I am so glad that I found your journal. I have a million and one questions to ask you, and none so formulated as "how did you do it". But I hope you get this. I am a first year law student and thinking about getting prego, so I would like to talk to you.
my email addy is: jamilia@yahoo.com
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