The Hidden-Pregnancy Experiment

Shortly after I became pregnant with my second child, in the fall of 2022, I decided to try a modest experiment. I wanted to see whether I could hide my pregnancy from my phone. After spending my twenties eagerly surveilling and sharing the details of my life online, I had already begun trying to erect some walls of technological privacy: I'd deleted most apps on my phone and turned off camera, location, and microphone access for nearly all of the ones that I did have; I had disabled Siri--I just found it annoying--and I didn't have any smart devices. For the experiment, I would abide by some additional restrictions. I wouldn't Google anything about pregnancy nor shop for baby stuff either online or using a credit card, and neither would my husband, because our I.P. addresses--and thus the vast, matrixed fatbergs of personal data assembled by unseen corporations to pinpoint our consumer and political identities--were linked.