How you are feeling: Duh.
Your friend Scott has the audacity to say one of those obnoxious pregnancy comments. Scott, father of four. Saying the words. Scott is your friend. Scott is asking if you know how this happens.
You: “You know what, Scott? I have already heard that one about ten times TODAY. You people need to get some new material!”
Scott: “Um, we will when y’all do.”
And that reminds you why Scott is your friend. Because despite barfing your pent up pregnancy hormones on him, he is fluent in your love language: sarcasm. This exchange sticks with you as you continue interacting with people. You recognize we are each doing our best, connecting and sharing life as best we can, each unique in ability and thought. Sometimes we are clumsy and unkind, but mostly we just yearn to understand and be understood. You start to romanticize your thoughts about this new child you are carrying, you think bold beautiful thoughts about this innocents impact on the world…Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” starts to play in your mind as you gaze upon your fellow humans and marvel at our frailty, our potential…
and then you see a guy ask your husband “Are all those kids yours?” and then HIGH FIVE your husband for his what? Virility? Momentary contribution to the miracle of life?
You know how many times you, baby grower, will get high-fived?
Let’s be the change. Let us scowl at the father of multiples and ask him the questions and start highfiving the crap out of our fellow moms!