in the past eight months i've been asked, "how are you?" in voices slathered with tons of pity or empathy, not sure which. immediately i'm annoyed by it. why? because i believe that i'm only asked this question because i'm pregnant. when i wasn't pregnant no one ever asked me this question. well, rarely anyway. do you really want to know how i am? do you really want to know the answer? do you really care? or do you just want to know how the baby is? yeah, that's what i thought. well we're both fine. if we weren't then you'd know, believe me you would know.
insert present day: thirty two weeks. the baby decided that there is absolutely no room in my belly and thinks it can make room. baby thinks that if it does S E V E R A L somersaults in a row and a few all limb stretches that expansion will occur. guess again baby. this hurts mama. this makes mama want to throw up. this is not fun. also, tiny hobbit feet have been inserted into my rib cage on a twenty-four hour basis. what joy...at least i was warned on that one.
so i guess i finally know now why people ask me how i am doing all the time, and i actually believe that they are asking about me. little did i know that simple question was prepping me for something. i suppose sometimes you have to feel it to believe it.
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