To be fair, I love being pregnant from a body standpoint. By that I mean, I love having a baby growing in my guts and the Control Freak in me loves controlling every little thing she ingests, you know? And I like having a growing belly, especially when it moves. That's the easy part. I love the belly until I walk outside, and then, that's a whole new world.

I guess in some ways it goes both ways. In the queer world, I've become pretty much invisible. But in the mommy world, it's Jen who runs the risk of being invisible. And I'd rather have it my way, I guess. I don't want people to assume my kid has a dad.