We all know Cara’s pregnant, right? And that she hasn’t always been feeling well. Furthermore it is often said that she has a wonderful open and honest writing style. Imagine if you will that you are on the phone with her. That you are one of her girlfriends. We are all much more open and honest with our girlfriends, right?
If you put all of these together, you have a small idea of what my conversations with Cara have been like. She does not hesitate to describe in detail what is going on with her body.
What you need to know is that I was not raised this way. I come from a long line of people who do not go into gory detail about their bodies. Instead we prefer to spare one another from some awful truths. Of course we all have bodies, and of course weird things can and do happen. We just don’t paint each other pictures.
So now that you have the back story, you will completely understand when I tell you about what happened. It was a few months ago and Cara was just beginning that magical mystical time that is pregnancy. She was really very vocal about everything that was going on and changing. Especially her boobs. I could write volumes about her boobs and I’ve never actually seen them! which is a good thing, a very good thing.
After many weeks of enduring titty conversations, I told her that I would no longer tolerate the word nipple. She could keep talking about her boobs, but nipple was going too far. I don’t think anyone should say the word nipple, except maybe your doctor. Maybe. I told her that if she said it one more time I would hang up.
You can guess that this moratorium caused gales of laughter.
Well take a look at what she sent me for my birthday!