People seem to not know how to talk to me anymore now that I’m gestating. Many conversations begin with intense eye contact and a smooth: “How are you?” Even when I’m able to quickly change subjects I’ve been nothing short of amazed at how fast these intelligent people with interesting lives are able to work in babies, my stomach size, or cliche food cravings back into the conversation.
Even though I’m lazy and haven’t documented my 29th week of gestation with my usual bump pic, it’s real. I’m almost two weeks into my third trimester and some might say into the home stretch of this pregnancy.
I might say that — home stretch — because I need gentle reminders every now and then that this shit will be over soon.
This comes so naturally to me, I can’t believe how easy it is to write and sign up for a free blog while snacking on potato chips like a boss. Everything, including ignoring my dog while I browse terrible stock images of pregnant women on the internet, is so easy for me. You’re all welcome.