Yesterday I was walking along Jamaica Pond, a beautiful little piece of nature in my new neighborhood in Boston, when I saw another pregnant woman. She was super cute, in this little short dress with her basketball belly sticking through.
I looked down at myself – then just two days away from my due date and feeling more like a (beautiful, empowered and intelligent) baby hippo than a fit cheerleader holding a basketball. The thought crossed my mind that I must be quite a bit farther along than her.
And then I realized: I’m probably farther along than pretty much everyone.