My astigmatism is so bad now that walking down stairs is a challenge and I unfairly look drunk when I’m not. I don’t mind looking drunk when I am, but fair is fair.
But the really oddest thing is being pregnant and having a baby. It’s the most unreal, but real and natural thing, so knowing that it’s completely normal, made all the odd feelings even more surreal. You know there is going to be a whole new person, but they’re still inside you, wriggling around, kicking at you, pressing your cervix, pressing on your bladder. I’d imagine having pictures of him up on the wall when he’s big and that would make me laugh out loud, because he was just little thing inside, making me pee all the time. Funny womb.
And breastfeeding? That is weird. Automatic superpower. I’d laugh out loud when I expressed milk, watching my breasts fill up little bottles of actual MILK! that would feed and nourish my little man. Funny, funny boobs.
I made a complete, funny, smart, healthy human being and I look at him every day in absolute awe.