We got back late last night. The trip was spectacular and Jordan was amazing, and I have photos to post but not much time right now.
But I must post this little tale, as it is at the top of my mind. And I must write it down so I can refer back to it regularly.
Like in moments of weakness or duplicity.
So on Saturday night at the wedding reception I was talking to Jane's sister. She was asking about pregnancy, how it went for me.
And I, I kid you not, I said, "It was pretty good, actually."
I honestly said this.
"Really? What about nausea?"
"Well, I was kind of nauseous at the beginning, but it didn't last long. And then at the very end I was huge and it was hot, so that was a little difficult. But overall, it wasn't bad."
"Interesting. A lot of my friends had a much harder time."
"It's really just the beginning and end that are hard. Most of it was good."
"So you liked being pregnant?"
And you know how you might be drunk or fading off to sleep or in some slightly altered state, and then one specific thing - a noise, a light, a something - just snaps you back to the cold hard present?
That's what this question did for me.
I clutched her arm. "I can't believe I just completely fucking lied to you! I lied! I've become one of those women!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I hated being pregnant! I hated it, all of it. The nausea sucked. The hugeness sucked. I hated being big and fat and waddly and uncomfortable."
She laughed. "That sounds more normal."
"Yes! But now I've become one of those 'pregnancy is great!' women! The ones I wanted to stab once I was in it and miserable and said it sucked and suddenly they were all, 'yeah, it really does suck'."
I took her by the shoulders. I looked her in the eye. "If you ever hear me saying pregnancy is great, would you just pinch me very hard?"
The Hell? Is THIS what they mean by pregnancy amnesia?