A Question of Timing

I had a funny experience shopping for maternity clothes at Target last week. There was another woman there, whose bump was a little bigger than mine, and we got to talking. She asked how pregnant I was, and I, at 21 weeks, said I was just six months (that's what the book said, six months starts at 21 weeks). She was at 23 weeks herself, and she said "oh, you're not at six months, then, only five."

A little crushed, I went on my way, and last week asked the midwife about it. "At 22 weeks," I asked, "am I now officially six months pregnant or not?" "It depends," she said. "Do you want to be pregnant for nine months or ten?"

So this counting the weeks before you're actually pregnant (three weeks, in my case) does screw things up the counting. From now on, I'm going to stop paying attention to the books and use what's most logical for non-pregnant people: I got pregnant in the first week of January, and I'm due the last week of September. June = six months, May = five months. Easy peasy.