My Flat Stomach

I walked into my ob/gyn’s office this morning for my annual exam, and every woman, and I mean every woman, was noticeably pregnant. I felt like such an outsider with my neatly tucked in camisole and fitted jacket over my flat stomach. I could over hear the fertility-blessed asking each other when they were due and what sex the baby was, while I sat and answered work emails on my blackberry, never looking up. Truly, it was almost comical to see the sheer number of bloated bellies. I guess nine months ago it was the middle of winter – makes sense.

The other thing that I had to laugh at was when my gyn asked me if I was using any type of birth control. Yeah, that stopped happening about five years ago, and apparently I never needed it.