When you’re pregnant, the word “excited” comes up about 70 times a day. It’s almost reflexive in conversations.
“You’re pregnant? How exciting!”
“Yes, we’re excited.”
“How far along are you?...You must be excited.”
“It’s a girl! I bet you are so excited.”
“Oh, you’re starting to dilate. EXCITING!”
I’ve been reciting the exciting chorus while struggling with a dark secret: Here, at the halfway point of my second pregnancy, I’m not excited.