I haven’t had a lot of time for blogging lately. I write for a living, and have been so caught up in projects with deadlines looming, by the end of the day, well, the last thing I can do is form another coherent sentence (let alone thought).
I’m going to be busy like this for a few more weeks at least. But not too busy for a quick comment on this article, re-posted today on Blacktating (which is, by the way, the absolute best blog name in the entire history of the planet).
This is exactly the kind of thing that drives me nuts. Sure, celebrities can expect to trade some of their privacy for the benefits of fame. That’s not really my concern. It’s more that celebrity culture legitimizes making pregnant bodies into a spectacle. Not only does the article throw in the usual maddening comments about weight (I know I’ll sleep better tonight knowing that Ms. Blair has only gained weight in her bump because heaven forbid she might lay down some fat stores in her arms or legs *eye roll*), but it also treats a 41w4d pregnancy as if it’s absolutely, utterly unheard of, and oh-my-god-she’s-going-to-pop!
Fact: most babies are born after their estimated due date, and a woman is not even technically overdue until she has reached 42 weeks gestation. So, while I freely admit that it can suck to be super-pregnant, it is also completely, totally, undeniably normal.