There are things in life that we can’t hide.
That horrible green in your hair after a dye job gone awry. The cookie crumble that fell in between the “t” and the “y” keys in your keyboard. The stupid pimple that insists on making an appearance right in the middle of your nose.
And also, at some point, pregnancy.
There comes a week in pregnancy when you are pregnant to whoever looks at you, no matter if they don’t know you or if they are riding an airplane two thousand feet above ground.
So, now that I almost can’t tie my own shoes I think I should make a statement like fancy people: I’m pregnant.
You can take a moment to process that if you want. I mean, I waited a whole twenty seven weeks to tell you because that’s how long it took me to process the fact. I was just me one day, and then the other I was me GROWING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING IN MY INSIDES. My brain exploded and I spent all this time collecting the pieces stuck in the walls and the ceiling. There was one little piece behind my hairdresser that was particularly hard to get.
We -manfriend and I- are thrilled with this baby. We are also scared shitless, but more than anything we are very excited and happy. Then we freak out and then we are SOHAPPY again. Repeat.
The rest of the families has lost their mind. This is going to be the first grandchild for both families, so you have no idea of the kinds of plans and cheer joy that people are exuding. I mean, this kid already has two horses. I don’t even have to add anything to that. I’m sure most of them are forgetting that the baby will not walk immediately after birth.
So there’s been a lot of changes around here, the most exciting one being my belly is so big the other day three people asked me how I swallowed the basketball.