Friends, I'm a little bit disgusted with myself.
Nah, I didn't do anything disgusting. I wish I had. It would liven things up a bit.
No, I'm disgusted (a little) with myself because I am turning into the most boring person.
I have no interests outside of my pregnancy. And while pregnancy is a fascinating, wild ride, well, there's not a lot to do during it. I mean, my body is doing all sorts of fascinating things, and so is hers, but none of these require my concentration.
And yet, I am detached from the rest of life. Tonight I seriously contemplated dressing the pink Gund teddy bear in baby clothes. Because I'm just that impatient to dress someone in baby clothes.
This seems a tiny bit pathetic.
Please tell me: have any of you experienced this? And if you did, what did you do to combat it?
Obsessing on my pregnancy will not make it go by any faster (if only). And I don't want to be this boring, bored person (with a big belly) that I don't recognize.