The shirt I am wearing today should absolutely only be worn by someone who is pregnant. That someone is not me, but I'm wearing it all the same. I'm having a similar experience to the time I wore my mother's wedding ring for three days in a row: apparently, clothes make a difference.
Not that I've ever denied this—I embrace anything that helps me to justify the purchase of shoes or a kicky skirt—but I'm pretty fascinated by the new personalities I created for myself while wearing the wedding ring and this shirt. Although those experiences were eight months apart (not quite a whole baby shy of symbolism), I'm pretty sure the personality I created for each is the same: I'm the me of the future, the me who is calm in commitment and whistles while painting the nursery.*
And I think I'm going to be pretty disappointed if the whole day passes without a single person asking me me when I'm due.
*(It should be noted that if I were actually pregnant it would be unlikely that I'd a) be wearing these pants or b) have painted a nursery.)
Posted by Ida at September 19, 2002 04:15 PM