Pregnancy....

..."isn't that bad." I've had quite a few moms tell me this in the past 4-5 months. And despite me having what could only be considered a very easy pregnancy, I'm here to tell you that is a flat-out lie. Pregnancy is that bad. I hate to complain since I have had an easy pregnancy, but all the limitations, changes in the body and general, overall tiredness (combined with the inability to actually sleep soundly) is that bad.

I'm certain part of the reason moms say pregnancy isn't that bad is because afterwards you have the most amazing addition to your life you'd ever know, but I'm a big proponent of realism and I don't like the lies people are telling me.

With all that said, I feel like I must be doing a fairly decent job of keeping my thoughts about it to myself because I overheard my better half telling someone on the phone the other day "I haven't heard much complaining, so she seems to be feeling pretty good." I'll wear that like a badge of honor.

However, that was followed up a couple days later with the following conversation -- so I'll reserve ultimate determination of Kevin's real thoughts on this process until closer to the due date:

Kevin (from the other side of the room): "Whatcha eating?"
Mary: "Ice cream."
Kevin (in an apparent commentary on my eating habits of late): "Sounds pretty good.....I hope our baby isn't made of ice cream when it comes out."
Mary: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kevin (in a nervous laugh): "Nothing...I didn't mean...nothing. Nothing. That's not what I meant."
Mary (in a slightly agitated voice): "Next time you are pregnant you can decide what to eat. Until then, I'll make that decision for myself."

Hmmmm....maybe I should complain more. That felt pretty good. Especially since I was eating ice cream through the whole conversation. I almost licked the bowl out afterwards to prove a point, but I thought that would be taking it a little too far.