The Attack Of The Clones

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I want to teach my child to: build sandcastles
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21 weeks, 6 days

Apparently women never stop comparing themselves to other women. It doesn't stop just because you grow up and have a life, not even if you're in a committed relationship or married. You always continue to look at the women in the store, or trace your husband's eyes to the bouncy waitress on the other side of the restaurant. It doesn't even stop when your five months pregnant and know that you have a reason to be fat. You can tell where this is going, can't you?

So I am at Target this weekend, waddling my way around the store, when I realize I am not the only pregnant woman on earth. Apparently, there are other couples who also engaged in wild careless sex this winter. Okay, so ours wasn't exactly careless, it was pretty intentional. But anyway. I know I can't be the only pregnant woman, but what are the chances of bumping into 3-4 others in the same section of a large store like Target...and no, I wasn't in the baby aisle. Hey, I don't mind sharing the spotlight, I actually try to stay out of the spotlight. The thing is, when you're pregnant, it's all about you. I don't mean that I need everyone's attention, but I mean that personally, that's all you can think about, it's all you can do to just deal with what you're going through.

It is comforting to know others are going through similar experiences, though. Had all of us had a chance to sit and talk, we probably would have had a great time. But since we didn't, my mind wandered to other things like, is she in as much discomfort as me, why is she walking so easily, does she sleep at night, she's probably 7 months pregnant and I'm as fat at 5, and do I even look pregnant like they do and not just fat? There's a good chance that they would hate me because I had relatively no morning sickness, though. But I certainly made up for it in other ways.

It is human nature to compare. In all likelihood, they were doing the same thing, too. I can just see it now, once I have the baby, we'll all be comparing strollers, our baby's IQs, and of course, who lost the baby fat the fastest. Will the madness never end?