Parasitic

My baby is supposedly almost the length of a banana. It kicks pretty regularly, makes my stomach round and tight like there's a beach ball in there, and likes to eat me up from the inside. I still don't understand these women who say they loved being pregnant. While I can't complain too much about how this pregnancy is going, I certainly wouldn't do this in the future for fun. Because it turns out I really love being able to walk without waddling, eat anything I want, drink anything I want, and not get asked a ridiculous number of times if I know the gender of my baby.

It's funny because today, the guy I work with told me he's moving his office and I offered to help. He sort of questioned the fact that I wanted to help move stuff, and then asked me if I was one of those types that keeps going till the very end. And all I could think was, "Well, my pregnancy certainly didn't make the boy think, 'Hmmmm... maybe she shouldn't be doing 7 loads of laundry,' now did it?" So maybe I am one of those types.

But right now, at this very moment, I am enjoying being lazy on the couch. I would be a fool not to use the pregnancy card at some point, right?