Help! There's an Alien Growing in Your Belly!

One of the many things I know I won't miss about being pregnant is the
endless commenting about the size of my belly. I've been told the
comments are mostly harmless, but harmless things can also get to be
annoying.

Needless to say, this isn't OK. If a person looks ready to pop,
explode, blast into space, or self-destruct, chances are she already
knows. The same goes for the way she's carrying her baby: low, high,
on her head, or in her thighs- again, she's aware of it. If you're
doing this just to be congratulated on your astute observation skills,
well then well done! Now take those keen talents elsewhere.

Fe Fi Feline Fum

Lately, the cat’s been bothering me. He’s a tuxedo cat, about four years old, friendly and cute—qualities that can get to be quite bothersome. Consider this, for example: Every day, I’ll come home from work around 5 p.m. and he’ll give me the warmest welcome, rubbing himself against my legs, following me around, waiting to be picked up so he can nuzzle his nose in my hair. It’s just too much for someone to have to endure on a daily basis, but here I am quietly putting up with this affection day in and day out with no respite in sight.

Happy times are behind us.