I told a dear friend of mine (who has been there, done that, and has two great teenage boys to show for it) that we were expecting. Her response was awesome. Best thing I’ve heard in pregnant existence.
She grabbed my arm co-conspiratally and said, “I LOVED being pregnant, Erica. People worship you when you’re pregnant.”
I want it cross-stitched on a pillow or something.
And where is this “glow” everybody talks about? I was promised a glow. So far, no go on the glow. Maybe if I were glowing, I’d start to get some of this pregnant lady worship my friend was talking about.