As I've mentioned before, I have several close friends that are pregnant. I've been thinking about them a lot and what they're experiencing right now. As a result, I've been reflecting a lot on my own pregnancy with Nathaniel and how I was feeling just one year ago.
Although I am ecstatic about the result, I did not enjoy being pregnant. If I had to use one word to categorize my pregnancy it would be fear. I had the typical - NORMAL - fears regarding my baby's health, the pain of childbirth, what my body was going to look like afterward, etc. etc. And then I had the grosser fears regarding hemorrhoids and pooping on the delivery table. Then came the fears that I imagine to be less common (but I think still understandable) - like not being able to get a seat on the subway during my work commute, contracting the swine flu from some a-hole on the subway who wouldn't give up their seat to a woman in her 37th week of pregnancy and giving birth on the subway floor because I couldn't get a seat.
Then there was my greatest fear: my baby would be a hermaphrodite. (Apologies to my large hermaphroditic readership.) While I would love and accept my baby no matter what, the world can be a cruel, cruel place and I worried how Pat would fit into the world around us. Luckily, I had a very patient, reasonable friend at work who helped me devise a rough plan of action (including an education component) should my baby be born with genitalia for two.
Luckily, most of my fears did not come to pass. The ones that did, well, in the end I realized that they just didn't matter, because I had this to bring home from the hospital: (just look at that scrunchy little face!)