I’m convinced I’ve picked up a new form of morning sickness. The primary symptom of “Facebook Sickness” is feeling nauseated every time a “friend” posts yet another comment or photo updating her (or his wife’s) pregnancy. It’s an epidemic:
“Here’s a picture of me at week 5! Feeling blessed!” (Looking no different than you looked at week 4.5.)
“Here’s the latest ultrasound image!” (Still looks like a blob of nothing to me.)
“Today my pregnant wife is craving ice cream!” (I crave ice cream every day. Big whoop.)
“I’m kicking my mommy today. Love, Baby Girl Smith” (“I barfed up some grass and a few remnants of the missing tennis ball on the hallway carpet today. Love, Louie the dog.”)
I can’t comment with all the clever-ish comments I’m really thinking because that would be rude…and, well, I actually am happy for these people. But I am SO OVER the daily belly photos that I am tempted to post one of my own:
“Here’s a picture of my belly at 51 years, 7 months, and 5 days. Still fat.”
Kathleen Guthrie Woods is feeling cranky today, and it has nothing to do with any kind of hormonal imbalance.