ABSTRACT
When I was considering how and when to tell my patients I was pregnant, Jo, 35, entered the room and told me she was pregnant. I was not surprised, as I had known for some time that she was trying to conceive for the first time, just as we were. I stress “we,” because the moment the therapist conceives, her spouse, their bedroom, and the fetus growing in her womb all “invade” the therapeutic space. Albeit unwittingly, the impregnated therapist inserts external reality—a reality involving self-disclosure—into the room.
