It's a fact of life: A woman's size increases in inverse proportion to the amount of time remaining before her due date. What also increases is how frumpy, lumpy, and dumpy she feels. After taking the latest belly picture, above, I asked hubby in my most beseeching tone, "Am I really huge, sweetie?" Never one to lie, this was his response:
To his credit, he does tell me on a regular basis how much he adores my pregnant hugeness, and you know what? I actually believe that he means it! I guess this is the "thick" part of "through thick and thin." I'll take what I can get in the way of compliments, though, because it seems that the only thing that's shrinking is my self-esteem. Most of my pre-preg wardrobe has been banished to another room where it can't taunt me. On the brighter side, a stranger in a coffee shop told me that I reminded him of Juno. When I returned his comment with a blank stare, he said, "You know, Juno - the sixteen-year-old girl in that movie who gets pregnant?" Man, that just about made my week! I may look huge, swollen, and ungainly, but at least I look like a huge, swollen, and ungainly TEENAGER! I waddled all the way out of the coffee shop with a big, ol' grin on my face.
Yet another thing that's increasing is the amount of baby-related crap I've amassed - itty bitty outfits for the baby to be, maternity clothes for me in ever-increasing sizes, and books. LOTS of books. Check out my current library of baby wisdom (the book on the right is not mine). I've managed to read through most of this stuff already, and I'm hoping that the rest of it I'll learn by osmosis, because I'm in the midst of a knitting frenzy. Over the weekend, I finished hat #2 for Junior. If Vince is really good (and if my fingers stay unswollen long enough), he may just get a matching one!
It's a fact of life: A woman's size increases in inverse proportion to the amount of time remaining before her due date. What also increases is how frumpy, lumpy, and dumpy she feels. After taking the latest belly picture, above, I asked hubby in my most beseeching tone, "Am I really huge, sweetie?" Never one to lie, this was his response:
To his credit, he does tell me on a regular basis how much he adores my pregnant hugeness, and you know what? I actually believe that he means it! I guess this is the "thick" part of "through thick and thin." I'll take what I can get in the way of compliments, though, because it seems that the only thing that's shrinking is my self-esteem. Most of my pre-preg wardrobe has been banished to another room where it can't taunt me. On the brighter side, a stranger in a coffee shop told me that I reminded him of Juno. When I returned his comment with a blank stare, he said, "You know, Juno - the sixteen-year-old girl in that movie who gets pregnant?" Man, that just about made my week! I may look huge, swollen, and ungainly, but at least I look like a huge, swollen, and ungainly TEENAGER! I waddled all the way out of the coffee shop with a big, ol' grin on my face.
Yet another thing that's increasing is the amount of baby-related crap I've amassed - itty bitty outfits for the baby to be, maternity clothes for me in ever-increasing sizes, and books. LOTS of books. Check out my current library of baby wisdom (the book on the right is not mine). I've managed to read through most of this stuff already, and I'm hoping that the rest of it I'll learn by osmosis, because I'm in the midst of a knitting frenzy. Over the weekend, I finished hat #2 for Junior. If Vince is really good (and if my fingers stay unswollen long enough), he may just get a matching one!
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