Had to come on and report massive faux-pas by my very embarrassed DH. I am traumatised by the size of my bump, convinced it is far bigger than it should be for 22 weeks. I was wailing about it a couple of nights ago and I said "the baby's fat!". What DH meant to say in reply was "it's not that the baby is fat", as in, it's just that the baby is growing and the bump is all baby. What actually came out of his mouth was "But honey, it's not the baby that's fat, is it?" 
Cue an uncomfortable moment of silence, very shocked expression on my face, then absolute hysterics as he rolled around on the floor crying with laughter, realising what he had actually said by accident 
. Luckily I knew he'd never be that tactless on purpose so I could see the very funny side!
It was our 1-year wedding anniversary on Thursday and we got married up in Scotland, so last night we had haggis, neeps and tatties with whisky sauce, followed by cranachan, to celebrate. Mmmmm, cream and whisky overload!
And on Friday night we visited friends with a newborn (well, actually, 1 month old now). It was lovely, but strange, as these are two very active people. They are both firefighters and she is a gym bunny who runs marathons and he does lots of climbing, so they, like us, found the whole pregnancy and imminent change of lifestyle daunting. But there they were, making silly noises at their little boy, talking nappies and breastfeeding and winding and clearly ecstatic with their new life, having not been to the gym, run or climbed for months and not minding at all. It just struck me as weird, in a nice way, how your life can change so completely and you can just not mind. Makes me less worried about feeling deprived of my old lifestyle.
Breastfeeding is an odd thing too, in my mind. Does anyone else feel slightly uncomfortable about the prospect of it? I plan to do it, have never had any doubts about that, but it has got me thinking - although we are mammals, we have civilised ourselves to the point of near denial that we actually ARE mammals. We no longer hunt and kill our food, it's done for us so we are at least one step removed (sorry to the sensitive minded). We wear clothes, we have jobs, we use money rather than trade, we have spoken language and written languages that mean we can communicate ideas, we have developed dexterity, intelligence, education, health care, science, manufacturing, electronics... progress to the point that we are exploring our solar system. There is almost nothing left that connects us to our mammalian roots, so we are no longer familiar with them. Then we get pregnant, and birth and breastfeeding are the things that take us right back to being our primitive selves, make us the same as other mammals. But because we are not used to this, to me it all feels like it will be very weird, in an uncomfortable way. Not pain, just embarrassed awkwardness - the thought of grunting through labour, and then having a child suck at the milk in my breasts for 6 months, the anticipation of being "reduced" to that animal state, makes me really uncomfortable. I don't want to avoid it, but I have realised that I'm not at all at ease with it.
Hmm, that's very philosophical for a Sunday morning, sorry about that. Maybe I should keep my insecurities to myself