Q is for Questions, because being pregnant means I get a lot of them. What are you having? Do you have a name? How far along are you? Do you have a room ready? Do you have a nursery theme? Cloth or disposable diapers? What do you need?
There are questions from the doctor: Headaches with visual changes? Swelling in hands or feet? Baby moving?
Then, there are my questions: What is a version? Do you really have to weigh me every week? Can I take drugs for headaches/heartburn/morning sickness? Where do I find cheap bras? What size breast shield will I need? Why is this child stabbing me in the side?
Questions I have for my husband: Can you move that? Can you get that? Do you want to cut the cord? Can you just stay at my head throughout labor?
Questions from my husband: Is that because of the cord? What do you know about cloth diapers? What do you need me to do?
And I know the questions will not end upon birth.
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