Now I'm not old as hell, but I remember when managers and studios would employ damage control when an actress or dancer, or songstress ended up pregnant, regardless of how, or by whom,particularly if they were really at the top of their game at the trimesters that really counted:the last two.
I was going with a girl who was 19, and finishing up her senior year. She became pregnant by me two weeks before school took up. The Pill let her(and me)down ,bwcause Gail and I had gotten used to fucking without any other safeguard, for so long.By the time March arrived,she looked like Betty Hutton in The Miracle at Morgan's Creek. Her dad rigged up a desk for her to use, through the good offices of the school doctor, and the principal.Gail's breasts overshadowed her stomach like Candy Samples' until her abdomen caught up. Senior pictures were 'doctored up' to make Gail's motherliness less obvious, which she never forgave officials for, as she was proud to be knocked-up, but then, she didn't have a career to protect or an illusion to perpetuate.
At 22, she fell in love: with another woman, and we split up(at her insistence)I myself went bisexual at 35, and I'm content after twenty years that way. Never have I ever wished Gail had become expectant.