Cue the riff, 'cause week 10 has been a revelation: yes, I still am in here, and yes, I'm still sorta fun--even without beer! I was beginning to wonder if being pregnant completely saps the life out of one forever, readying people for their upcoming roles as Mom Zombies.
Anyway, I've gone out three times in the evening this week--once to a play, once to a movie preview (here's to you, RDJ in blackface), and once to an art opening, so I'm feeling mostly back in the rhythm of the city.
My pregnancy revelation for the week is this: people express a certain awe toward, or maybe mortal terror of, preg women. Last night at the art show (congrats, Tom!) I saw some former CTVers I hadn't seen since the up-knocking. At one point, I was just talking (some might say "goofily monologuing" as I frequently do), when I noticed that everyone in the group was staring at me in this very bizarre and focused way, not with the lightly amused tolerance I usually get... "Hey, the pregnant lady's DOING something!" I took two steps back and said, "Whoa, everybody... you guys are freaking me out!" Everybody laughed, so I can only assume they were aware of it, too. Now I'm looking back and remembering maybe doing the same thing with my pregnant friends (hey, Michelle!).
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