I want to apologize for any errant thought I may have ever had about a pregnant person being obsessed with her pregnancy.
I defy ANYONE to have something grow in them, distort their body and not be interested in it.
And then make that something a PERSON who you created that will grow big and then come out of you in a dramatic and amazing way and then will move in with you, feed off of your body, be utterly and 100% dependant on you for many years and not be totally, um, distracted.
I now know that this process of becoming a parent is a Very Big Deal in one's life. I understand why friends go inwards, why they don't want to go out, why home is haven, why they do not have time for me for a while.
I get it.
And I am sorry if I ever didn't.
And I am hoping my world adjusts as I feel my tunnel vision closing in and my current interests point to he who lives underneath my navel for a while.
It isn't that I don't care or am not interested in what is happening in other people's lives, it is purely that I am mesmerized by the biology and evolutionary experiment which is my own self.
I promise to return to being a good friend, sister, daughter, tribe member, coach, student at some point.
Me, I may never be quite as interesting to myself ever again.