I’ve been pregnant once so far in my life, and contrary to popular opinion, I much preferred the latter parts of pregnancy when the end was in sight and when I could feel the baby kicking and hiccuping on a regular basis. I also liked it better since I was squarely fitting into maternity clothes, and not having to figure out some sort of in-between option like I’d needed during the early parts of my pregnancy when neither my regular nor my maternity clothes were fitting properly.
That said, not everything about the third trimester is awesome. It’s a pain in the ass to not be able to bend over, or walk more than a few steps without getting winded, or need to use the bathroom every thirty minutes. But my least favorite part? It was definitely the way that being visibly pregnant invited commentary from pretty much everyone around me. It was like wearing a sign advertising exactly what I was thinking about at all times, inviting anyone and everyone to tell me what they felt about my own personal business and to ask about my medical choices. For these reasons, unless she is one of my nearest and dearest friends with whom I can talk about anything, I typically let any pregnant ladies steer the conversation, so I don’t let one of the following accidentally slip. Because nobody needs to hear any of these things, ever.