When I was 34 weeks pregnant with my first child, I was visiting my tiny hometown. Every fall a church on a main road sticks 4,000 crosses in their front lawn to serve as a representation of aborted babies.
My run took me right by this church, and there was a man walking towards me. As I passed, he said, “I’d hate for you to add another cross there” while pointing at the church lawn. It took me a while to digest what he said, I just smiled and waved as I passed him.
Then it hit me in the gut. This guy just implied I was trying to kill my child because I was running!
A good friend of mine told me this story and I still can’t believe it. Pregnancy can be an anxiety-ridden time, especially for first-time mothers. Our heads are often swirling with questions: How does this work? When does this happen? Why is this happening? What should I do for this?
And everyone, from friends to strangers like the guy above, seems to have an opinion. And what’s worse, is that they are more than willing to share it, even when we don’t want their opinion or advice. That’s true for everything about pregnancy, including running.