Pregnancy kinda weirds me out. As a 20-year-old woman, being of child-bearing age, I’m realizing now that- yes, one day another human being is going to come out of me.

  And it’s just a matter of fact. Now when I say “one day when I have kids,” I can see that day. It is no longer “mysteriously over the horizon.” It’s like more like “take a left at the gas station, drive all the way down until you see the metal armadillo statue and it’ll be on the right.”

  All of these feelings are brewed because my best friend from high school is pregnant. She’s so adorably pregnant that you just want to go “aww, look the cute pregnant lady” every time you see her. Her husband is in the military, waiting on a release, so she’s just waiting for “daddy” to come home so he could stress over stretch marks and indigestion with her.

  It definitely helps to have your lover with you during times of pregnancy. I fully expect my future husband to be there with me through thick and thin. If He wants to play with my milk boobies, but he better help me when I start to lose blatter control.

  My friend isn’t miserably pregnant yet- she still has another month and a half to go, but she does seem pretty worn down- for good reason of course. It’s strange to me to see my friend in this state. The same friend that giggled with me in first hour yearbook 3 years ago is now carrying a living human in her stomach. You can even feel and see the baby girl move inside. 

  I don’t plan on starting a family for a while. But just the fact that I’m saying “when I have kids,” and now that I see what “having kids” means, I’m a little freaked out.