In this short and easy book, Crossett chronicles the months between learning she is pregnant and the birth of her son. Originally written as a private blog for a circle of friends, this is a small slice of one person’s experience. As the entries unfold, the reader gets to know Crossett a little — and like her.
Not seeking to get pregnant and an advocate of reproductive choice, Crossett takes time to decide whether to become a parent. The Prologue of this book is smart and thoughtful — She is religious and well-read and interesting. As a nosy reader (and as a thoughtful pro-choice feminist and parent), I wish she had included much more of her thought process that led her to choose to have this child when she previously had not intended to have children.
Crossett is purposely vague about her relationship with ‘the baby’s father.’ They have known each other a long time (12 years), she has loved him, but you can piece together that his heart was elsewhere — multiple children with multiple other women during those 12 years and now, one with her. I cannot understand why such a smart (2 master’s degrees) and talented woman with a real career, close family ties, and reliable circle of friends who is also pretty, would pine for a guy who, though he helps with her car and lawn, clearly is not devoted to her. Of course, it’s none of my business (but she did invite us readers in).