Sympathy Pains

It's still that time in my life when half of everyone I know, and their mother, is pregnant.I constantly have friends ask me when I felt the first kick, did I know it was a boy, how long was I in labor...and most of the time I have to look up the answers. Every now and then, though, I get little flashbacks of pregnancy that are as clear as if it were yesterday. Today I was remembering sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn (what else?) on my belly, watching it balance precariously while The Munch rolled around inside. He spent so much time kicking (or was it punching? spinning? bicycling? somersaulting?) my right side that it felt like I had internal bruises. Life in utero imitating life, um, out utero--I'm just sayin'.

We are ominously nearing the one year mark. It's so very difficult for me to grasp that it will have been a YEAR since I was last pregnant. I wasn't one of those pregnant women that luuuuved being pregnant--but, man, I loved cooking that baby.