Over the last 10 and some odd weeks, I have noticed something strange happening to me. Of course, I have a human growing inside of me, which is strange indeed. But that's not it.
I am becoming, dear reader, a baby myself.
I take frequent naps.
I eat at least every two hours.
I go to the bathroom often.
I spit up.
I cry to communicate my feelings.
I am a baby.
And I can't help but think that this is all part of the plan. The plan to give me compassion for my own baby when he or she arrives.
Because let me tell you something.
Being a baby can be rough.