I kept my distance from my pregnant classmates, but there was one I remember from my sophomore year. She wore shirts that were tight enough to show her erect bellybutton. One time I was sitting at a table when I saw her on the other side of the cafeteria, in line, getting her lunch. She dropped something—not sure what it was—and tried bending over to pick it up. I can only imagine what it’s like to do that with a basketball-shaped belly getting in the way.
The next year, a classmate in my science class got pregnant before winter break. As she grew, she would occasionally say things like, “I feel like I’m gonna pop!”