Dear Person-Not…

Dear Person-Not-Nine-Months-Pregnant,

I am sorry that all that I can seem to think about is this 8lb baby growing inside of me. It’s sometimes hard to think about other things when he’s constantly moving, rolling, pushing and clawing inside of me.

I’m sorry that I give you nasty looks when you stare at my belly, or when I think you are just staring at my belly. It’s hard to not feel super large and obvious anyway and I might be slightly paranoid about the way that I look.

I’m sorry if I’m complaining all the time. Honestly, it’s probably not as bad as it seems, but talking about it helps me to deal with the uncomfortableness.

So here’s a big thank you for dealing with me during these last few days and weeks. You really have been and are a huge encouragement to me and I promise that there will be a day that I can act like a normal person again without rushing to the bathroom for the fiftieth time or grimacing because Baby Boy just kicked another rib.