@MmeLibrarian Thank you for this. I know exactly where this author is coming from -- having been weird and awkward around both my sisters and a number of friends when they had their first kids, and now being pregnant with a long-awaited, much-wanted baby whose advent nonetheless is utterly terrifying. (What if I don't want to turn into somebody else? What if I turn into somebody awful and I don't even realize it? Have I basically signed an affidavit swearing that I will never finish writing a novel?)
YES. Yes. Yes.
@lemonadefish Bodies are the worst. The worst.
@MrsTeacherFace Same here. PMS for me = sore boobs and mild sadness, followed by one day of Ultimate Despair. Pregnancy for me = sore boobs and mild sadness, followed by "Hey, I didn't cry or pick a savage, baseless fight or think about throwing myself into the river even once yesterday. Should I take a test?" (Followed by miscarriage, so I'm right there with you, lemonadefish. Courage!)
@franceschances I went to VBS at this super-strict Baptist church that called it VBT, for Vacation Bible Time. Only boys were allowed to sit cross-legged, or "like Indians." Girls had to sit "like princesses," with our legs tucked to the side.
@Sharone I wonder how the songs of your camp's music guy compared to the songs of the wife of my camp director. She wrote a new song every summer to go with the theme. She wasn't very good at it, but I still know all the words to a lot of her songs.
RIP, Bunheads. I will talk very quickly about pop culture in your honor.
It takes a lot to make me log in. Scorpion Therapist did the trick. Scorpion Therapist!!!!!
@par_parenthese We sang those verses too -- I just thought I'd post the most horrifying one. I bet there are even worse ones out there. The temptation to make some up and post them here is...strong.
@Dancercise Our verse 3 was "I've got the beautiful belief that baffles the Buddhist way down in the depths of my heart."