The Harmelings

I feel huge. I look huge. But I actually have a long way to go.

A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.
William Shenstone

Today I am 23 weeks prego, that’s days away from 6 months. The problem is, a month ago I was telling people, strangers, that I was 6 months along. But when people look at you,  your belly, and back up to your eyes and with a goofy grin say “wow, look at you, how far along are you?” Well, 5 months just doesn’t sound substantial. And honey, I AM substantial. So I would say “oh, you know, 6 months….” and then I would hope they wouldn’t ask for a due date and do some quick math.

Now that we are knocking on 6 months, I think I have to start saying I am 7 months. That’s cool, right? (I am not the only one who does this – I swear. Right Alisa?) But the problem becomes, as Alisa pointed out, when I am finally at my due date, my lies will have surpassed me, and I will be 12 months. And did you know zebras and blue whales gestate for 12 months??? What does that say about me? Er, us (Alisa!)???