I Assure You, This Will End Soon

And then I’ll become a “mommy-blogger.”

No really, when people hear I’m pregnant, there are three questions that always, never fail to come up.

  1. When are you due? (You tell them and they promptly forget and ask you 700 more times as your pregnancy rolls along)
  2. Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? (When I say we are going to be surprised, it’s either “Good for you!” or “Oh, I couldn’t stand not knowing!”. Who cares?)
  3. Were you sick at all? (See earlier blog on judging my level of suffering in order to rank me. The answer is no, by the way.)

I promise I will stop writing about pregnancy some day, it’s just hard because it’s so all-consuming right now. Hubby has already learned WAY more than he needs to about my cervix. He still thinks a vernix is a vagina and lanugo is a penis. He ought to be helpful in the delivery room.