Brian and I have been married for seven and a half years. I’m halfway through my 40 weeks of pregnancy. Yet only this morning, this gloriously honest morning, did we both admit something to each other.
Me: “My nose was bleeding in the shower.”
Me: “Yeah. But they say that’s not uncommon in pregnancies.”
Me: “I used to get bloody noses as a kid all the time. …But that’s ’cause I still secretly picked my nose.”
Brian: “Me, too.”
It’s nice not to be the only one.