…you find yourself having to answer the same questions over and over again. It’s unavoidable.
The pregnancy interview:
(Upon finding out/noticing I am pregnant, I repeatedly got/get asked these questions.)
On purpose?
Are you going to find out the sex?
Where are you going to have the baby?
Will you have an epidural?
Do you have names picked out?
Do you have a theme for the nursery?
When is the baby due?
Are you planning to work after the baby comes?
Will you have him circumcised (boys only)? — at the hospital or a Bris (Jews only)?
Are you having any cravings?
Are you having any aversions?
Can you feel him/her moving?
Can I touch your stomach?
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