I am officially grumpy pregnant. It happened last week when this baby decided to essentially knock on my crotch. It kind of feels like I’m walking around with a load in my pants. This sudden shift toward the exit has me quite exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that I worked from home on Monday. Of course, not going to the office this close to the due date causes quite the stir. At this point in the game, arriving at work 5 minutes late or not responding to an e-mail or a phone call fast enough does the same thing. So does sneezing in bed. Nate asks, “baby?!”
Not yet. Soon. Scarily soon.
Today, three people asked when I’m due. When I answered next week, they all gave me the same look—a mix between excitement and horror. I know that look.