body map

In my brain there exists a very detailed and precise map of my body. This is the map that makes coordination possible. My brain knows exactly what parts of my body fit through what spaces. Now the map is wrong. My stomach has grown too fast for the map to be redrawn. The brain continues to rely on it this outdated version. My stomach brushes up against surfaces constantly, and I am surprised every time. Like the door of the refrigerator.

I keep thinking of natural disasters which reconfigure entire coastlines in a day. In moments, all printed maps become incorrect.

I hear reports from pregnant friend L. She feels "fine." Fine?  I still wake up every day afraid for what digestive disaster will have me feeling I should be demoted from human to animal. I had no idea, 9 years ago, when I decided to work alone from home that I was saving myself from a hellish pregnant-in-office experience.