Fetus-making is old news now. It's still the most interesting thing going on with me though, so I made some boring comics to illustrate exactly how I feel about Pregnancy #1 vs. Pregnancy #3.
On gestational age:
This actually happened last week. My mother-in-law asked how far along I was and I had no clue. It doesn't help that my midwife never gave me a straight answer for an EDD, but I've been too lazy to sign up for those daily/weekly pregnancy update emails, so I have to make a conscious effort to find out how far along I am. And effort is not my thing.
On baby books:
I read the shit out of some books with Violet. This time I couldn't even tell you where or if I have one located. I do check out The Bump occasionally to see what produce I'm gestating (currently a sweet potato or a mango?) but otherwise I haven't been concerned with whether it has arms or knows how to burp yet.
On preparing for baby:
I was apparently going through chemotherapy and lost all my hair for this comic. I'm too lazy to change it though. Bite me.
I could not come to terms with the fact that Violet was to exit my body the same way she entered. I spent the whole 10 months cringing and clenching my legs closed at the thought. This time, if anything I'm looking forward to it. Let's get this shit done with!