(Never mind the dirty mirror in that photo...but do admire the rectangle that Josh cut out, colored orange and taped to the wall for a Halloween decoration)
I try not to complain too much on this blog, but I'm now 31 weeks pregnant.
I have no choice.
The Third Trimester and I have never gotten along very well. Enter the heartburn, the backaches, the difficulty drawing a full breath, the elusiveness of general comfort in any shape or form, the swelling, the gawking and comments of strangers.
Case in point: I was helping in Ben's classroom the other day. On my way into the school I saw a teacher that I know and we were having a nice, friendly, non-offensive chat. Then another teacher (who I've never met) joined us and it went downhill something like this...
Other Teacher: (eyeing my belly) Wow! How much longer do you have??
Me: (big, polite smile) About two months.
OT: Two months??? You're kidding, you have two more months?
Me: (smaller polite smile) Yep.
OT: Are you having twins?
Me: No, just one.
OT: Are you sure? I can't imagine you having two more months, you're SO HUGE! How could you get any bigger? It must be twins, oh you poor thing... (continued rambling about the outlandish size of my gut)
She was a third grade teacher. I hope none of my kids ever get her.