I remember, very clearly, that Jessica Simpson and I announced our pregnancies on almost the exact day. I know, big deal. But I remember thinking at the time that it would be so fun to have a celebrity at the same stage of pregnancy as me and how I’d be able to follow the news and pictures and compare as we went along. I mentioned this to a friend who told me that there was no way that we could be due at the same time and that Jessica must’ve been due more like March, because she was already very clearly showing.
Turns out, we were due at very much the same time. US Magazine has reported that Jessica gave birth this morning, to a daughter named Maxwell Drew, weighing 9lb 13oz. The news is spreading quickly and though it should be nothing but joyous, not a single article has spared saying that “it has seemed like forever,” or “the longest pregnancy to date.”
Which makes me feel like Jessica and I are living drastically different but somehow completely parallel lives right now.
I will admit that I have been among the masses who has wondered when she would have her baby because her pregnancy has somehow seemed long, but in the past month or so, I’ve gained a new level of empathy for what Jessica is going through.
My due date is now a whopping 4 days away and not a day passes that I don’t get bombarded with phone calls, texts and emails from family and friends asking if the baby is here. Wondering where he is (spoiler alert: he’s in my uterus). Everyone is anxious for his arrival, myself, very very much included. And I understand it, I really do, because people are excited. But by the 12th text of the day, it grows a little tiresome. No one wants this baby to get here more than I do, so having to repeat 15 times a day that he’s not here yet is far from my favorite.
Unlike Jessica, who has been mercilessly mocked by the media, I’ve been blessed in that I have never looked exceedingly pregnant (you’re so small!), but even strangers have started to inquire if this baby is ever coming, which has already started to grate on me a bit. I don’t mind talking to people about my pregnancy, it’s a natural conversation starter, but there are definitely tactful ways to do it. And for the record, concluding a conversation with “happy pushing” as our waitress did last night is NOT one of them.
Hopefully now that her baby has arrived, Jessica can enjoy some quiet time with her new family and maybe a small reduction in the scrutiny that seems to have plagued her whole pregnancy.
Photo by John VanderHaagen via Wikimedia Commons