Pregnancy is a funny thing. Some days it's okay. Some days it's even a little fun. People are awful nice to you when you're pregnant. Everyone wants to know how you are and how you're feeling. Strangers smile at you and go out of their way to open doors for you. Friends volunteer to rub your back, carry things for you.
And there is this little critter bumping around inside you. You get these little nudges throughout the day that remind you of the way a cat will rub against your ankles as it passes by, just to touch base. It's a little like morse code. The beginnings of communication, the start of a relationship.
So some days it's fun. Great, even.
And then there are days where you have to jerk your car onto the shoulder of Interstate 80 on the way into work so you can throw up banana in the dry grass and then search in vain for something like a tissue in the car so you can blow the rest of it out of your nose.
There are those days too.