We already know that one can be a lot pregnant.
But there’s an old saying, “you can’t be a little bit pregnant”.
I beg to differ.
Oh, don’t get excited. We all know I’m not talking about my literal womb, since I’ve (unfortunately) frequently (with apologies) written about my menopausal state.
You see, there are all types of progeny anticipation.
Today, I went to visit my friend Candy to celebrate her daughter Cassie’s 14th birthday. Here is Cassie in her birthday finery:
Even though Cassie’s a teenager, she has a good head on her shoulders and doesn’t worry about her weight too much. So I brought her a present I knew she would love.
Cassie was very happy. As you can tell from this photo:
Isn’t she gorgeous? It’s lucky she only has one eye; with two, her beauty would be far too overwhelming.
Midway through our party, I turned to Candy, my heart pounding. “I have something to tell you.” Her eyes grew wide. “Tell me.” I could feel tears in my eyes as I said, “The husband has given in. We’re going to start looking for a little girl in January.” Candy shrieked, hugged me and burbled, “It’s like you told me you’re pregnant!!”
Welcome to the world of pug parenthood. An alternate universe where furry children in dresses eat sandwich cremes while one pug mother plans a shower for another to celebrate her new arrival.
Is it possible to be a little bit pregnant?
In this world, yes. Yes, it is.