Last week, my mom mentioned how hard it is for my sister to be pregnant, how she's probably the only pregnant lady that's ever existed to be this pregnant, and how funny all of that is. And it is, because we all knew (more or less) that this would be how it would be, because she's that way. Everything is more when it happens to my sister. I think part of it stems back to her adoption, and her early childhood. But it's still funny. Get my drift?
I was talking with Lee Ann about it on the day I got the kitten, and mentioned how Rach was complaining to my mom about her "bottom" hurting, and how it hurt worse than she'd ever have imagined, as if she were the first pregnant lady to have that particular problem. Lee Ann informed me that it was actually common, and she wasn't surprised that she'd been talking about it, because it's sort of, well, all-encompassing, and it takes over your mind when it happens. I was a little alarmed, and felt bad for making fun of my sister for talking about it, because apparently it would be slightly more alarming if she wasn't bringing it up to everyone. Then I told her that Rach was due at the end of August.
"Oh!" said Lee Ann. "Usually that doesn't happen until much later."
There you go. The most pregnant of all the women that ever were.