I give up, you guys. I tried not to post about this pregnancy, but I just can’t help myself. I’m sorry. I also cannot guarantee an absence of baby photos when she arrives, either. Consider this fair warning.
I theorize there’s some sort of biological need for mothers to share their maternity experiences as though they were unique occurrences in human history. Add me to the arsenal of such mothers.
Anyway, she’ll be here in just seven weeks, if not sooner. I can’t wait; mainly because I miss sleeping on my belly, running, picking things up off the floor, and the occasional glass of Merlot. I don’t even remember what those activities are like anymore. Will I suffocate if I sleep on my belly? Will I be able to run comfortably while breastfeeding? Is that allowed? Where did my feet go? Do you put ice in wine? Will I even like it anymore? See?…I have so many burning questions!
I guess until she gets here, I’ll just keep pondering life’s deep questions. Like, should I make cupcakes for lunch?