“What’s that?”
“It’s like a vitamin, kind of,” I said , stirring the glass of Metamucil.
“What kind? What is it for?”
“Well, when you’re pregnant your stomach and all of your insides don’t have a lot of room so you have trouble going to the bathroom and stuff. This is fiber, and that helps.”
“So you don’t only have really small poops?”
“What?” I asked her, realizing this entire conversation was going to be repeated at school in all likelihood.
“I mean, you just have small poops, right? The baby poops and it comes out your butt.”
“Not exactly. We have to leave in five minutes. Get your backpack.”
It’s easy to feel like I am the only person in the house that feels so pregnant all of the time. But I have to wonder how much time she devotes to thinking about it… because when it comes up she seems to have a pretty well thought out vision of how it all works. Right or wrong. And really there is no telling her she’s wrong these days.
Excitement on the side 