When I first started to look pregnant I joked that I was becoming Gregor the Beetle from Kafka’s Metamorphosis. I felt awkward and had a weird appetite and didn’t want to go out in public. Then I stopped making the joke because my brother said no one reads Kafka. I don’t know if that’s true- I had it assigned in high school- but nothing’s worse than having to explain a literary joke and look like a nerd/snob so…
Then I realized what’s really happening: I’m turning into a giant baby. I’ve got chubby arms and legs and have to pee and poo at inconvenient times. I’m hungry every two hours. I want to sleep or be held all the time. I can’t get out of bed on my own. I cry a lot. I fluctuate between being fussy and giggly.
I think this is nature’s way of building empathy in me for the creature I’m about to be in charge of. When this little baby comes out of my giant baby body I think I’ll take one look at him and say, “I know what you’re going through my friend.”
Hilarious! But I’m sure it does feel weird….. This reminded me of one of the best pregnant/baby blogs I have come across to date, http://teresastrasser.com/blog/
Otherwise known as “Exploiting my Baby.com” She has some good stories in there, that if anything, will make you laugh. Hope reading it helps!
I just realized my last comment makes it look like I scour the internet for blogs about pregnancy or babies. I don’t. I’m not that weird. Was a fan of her’s before she started writing about junior.