Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies.
But this isn’t irony. It’s just deeply apropos for a pregnant woman to wear this particular PJ shirt.
And yes, I’m deliberately holding the shirt out; and as a result, true, the pregnant belly isn’t obvious. You can tell by sight that I’m pregnant, but there’s no way I’m going out of my way to document my bizarre body changes, not regularly and not occasionally. If I can get through the next 3 months totally sans pictures of my pregnant self, I’ll be more than pleased. I cannot imagine ever wanting to go back, look at pictures of pregnant me, and reminisce about… um… any of it. Being pregnant: A necessary step in becoming a parent. Not, for me, an event to be documented like going on a fun vacation.
In any case, every time I wear this particular shirt to bed, I get a little snicker out of it. Even while napping, I can always claim to be hard at work on a cellular level.