This question is perhaps the most annoying one I get. You know, I'm pregnant. And people ask because they care. And I really don't mind if my mom or mother-in-law or anyone that I can speak about my girly bits asks me. But when casual acquaintenances wonder how I am feeling, do they want the truth?
In all honesty, I feel rather normal. The effect of a child growing in my womb has so far only been that I look a little silly trying to stand up from a chair, and my lower back is starting to ache constantly. But when folks ask how you're feeling, do they really want to know about all the weird and yucky symptoms that often accompany being pregnant? Hemorrhoids anyone? Bloody noses? Strange discarge? Swollen feet? Stretch marks? The constant worry and wonderment of labor & delivery? Sore nipples? Strange and uncomfortable feelings of pressure in the nether regions? HEMORRHOIDS ANYONE???
Today we're going to the annual Christmas Party at my mother-in-law's place of employment. It will be full of casual acquaintenances (they know my name, for the life I me I don't know theirs) who in all likelihood will inquire as to the state of my pregnancy. I can't freaking wait.
"I'm feeling great! I was constipated during my first trimester, but I've seemed to get over that! My vagina goes through stages of being angry with me, so that sucks! I do my kegels every day to prepare to push that little sucker through the birth canal! My lower back is in a near constant state of soreness! Soon my ankles will start to get really swollen! And every day my maternity pants feel a little tighter! How are YOU feeling?"
The second question they ask, "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Another cycle of madness that drives me nuts.
My life could be much much worse.
In other business, the first boy name that Gerald and I have agreed is not horrible: William Edward, we'd call him Will.