Hey, so I went to San Francisco! It was the perfect balance of tourist-vacation stuff in the mornings and naps and Harry Potter watching in the evenings. This is why I love my friends.
While I was there, my friend Beth asked me if I kind of high-fived or gave other pregnant women a secret glance when I passed them in the street. I've thought about this more than once, because I LOVE seeing other pregnant ladies out there and I feel this instant bond with them -- I want them all to be my new friends. But I've never said anything or waved or high-fived them because 1) I don't want to assume that someone's pregnant when in reality I have no idea, they could just be gestating a baby made from Wendy's Frosties and Safeway frozen pizza (which I would fully support, BEEN THERE), and 2) I don't want to seem like some strange person insistent on talking to them about their potential pregnancy, you know, in case they can't tell that I'm pregnant too. I have a couple of outfits that I think minimize my pregnant state, and I was careful to wear one of them (a ruched sweatshirt) on the plane to minimize the possibility of being drawn into a never-ending conversation with my seat mate (that didn't work, since he point-blank asked me if I had kids. After he showed me his iPad, his iphone, and said "I'm the type of guy who's going to talk to you whether you want to read your book or not!"). So, you know, I just don't want to seem like a wierdo.
Don't worry about that, Bethy kindly told me. I am pretty sure people can tell.
Yeah, I guess she's right. Secret's out, huh?
I thought I was looking extremely pregnant MONTHS ago, and now I look back at those pictures and my god, I cannot believe how skinny I was.
We visited the sea lions while we were in San Francisco, and on the educational placard next to their hangout on Pier 39 I learned that it's called "hauling out" when these 1000-lb beasts heave themselves out of the water and onto the docks. That's now the term that I use to refer to my getting into our very high bed at night. And also getting off the couch. Or out of my office chair. Someone should install a little ladder for those sea lions, is what I'm saying, because this shit is HARD.
(I cannot believe I am going to continue getting bigger for 20 more weeks. Hold me.)
I really and truly feel pregnant now, if I didn't before. The fact that my body has decided I should experience every pregnancy symptom known to womankind is helping with that. Heartburn! Bleeding gums! Constipation! Headaches! Insomnia! Eyebrows that grow faster than I can pluck them! The most painful zit I've ever had in my life... on my shoudlerblade!
Oh, but also, there's this:
For the first time in my life I have nails! On my fingers! They grow back faster than I can bite them and more miraculously, I no longer feel the need to pick at my fingers. That alone, friends, is enough to make the heartburn and headaches and the... bathroom issues worth it. That and the tiny (and some not-so-tiny) baby thumps. God, I never would have thought I could love getting kicked in the bladder so much.