A former colleague sent me Belly Laughs, a pregnancy humor book detailing the wit and wisdom of Jenny McCarthy (yes, it's a pretty slim volume). It is refreshing to know that even the rich and famous get their share of symptoms, side effects, and stresses during these nine months. Jenny referred to experiencing bowel difficulties as "passing Stonehenge." I'm with her on that, with two caveats: first, let's be clear that we're talking about the real Stonehenge, not the six-inch-scale model from Spinal Tap; and second, yeah, as long as Stonehenge were made of peanut brittle.
And yes, it's nice to know that the rich and shameless, too, know what it's like when you have to cross your legs every time you sneeze, 'cause you're bound to have some kind of leakage even though your bladder is about the size of a cough drop by now.
Oh, how we suffer to keep the human race going.
I don't know about you, but I'm thinking it was just one stupid apple, it was several millenia ago, I'm sure Eve is very sorry she did it, and isn't there a statute of limitations on divine curses?
And this is the "golden trimester," too.