The Great Mutation
On the people living under my skin.
I didn’t tell anyone I was pregnant until the doctors had come and cut the baby out of me. I thought, at the time, I was being practical. Now I’m not so sure.
It’s impossible to keep a pregnancy totally secret. My husband knew. My bosses knew. My first book, Trainwreck, had done reasonably well, so I was showing up in public a lot — the New York Public L…