My Big Fat Pregnant Belly

Wednesday night my brother-in-law treated my husband and me to a night out at a local comedy club. They are having a talent search for stand-up comedians and my brother-in-law’s friend was competing. Since we’re broke, he paid our way in and also bought us some munchies. I love going to this comedy club and we always have a great time.
While we were there, I noticed not one – but two waitresses who appeared to be pregnant. They were both very small girls with poochy tummies that looked to be baby bellies. I, of course, did NOT ask them “How far along are you?”, “When’s the baby due?”, or any of those questions that are risky to ask a woman who you just think may be pregnant. If I were a betting lady (which I’m not… at all) I would bet they were both around 18-22 weeks along. They were wearing shirts that said, “I’ll drink to that!” which I thought was hysterical because I’m all about irony, ya’ll. Anyway, I was watching them scurry back and forth and thinking how cute their little bellies looked when I looked down at the MASSIVE, GIGANTIC, MOUND OF STOMACH that is my own baby bump and it hit me.
I’m.
Freaking.
HUGE.
I mean, not just like “Oh, look at that cute little pregnant lady”. It’s getting to the point of, “Damn, she’s going to explode.” and “Um. You have HOW many weeks left?”
Yeah. I’m beginning to be that fat pregnant lady you see waddling through Target. You stare at her, shuffling slowly through the aisles and worry if her water is going to break RIGHTTHATVERYSECOND.
I remember being 18 weeks pregnant and finally buying my first pair of maternity pants. I would proudly take weekly belly pictures from that point on; arching my back veeeeery slightly to make that tiny little pooch stick out just a bit further. I recall looking at my pregnant self-portraits at around 22 weeks and thinking that I was so huge and looked SO PREGNANT. I look at my weekly belly pictures now and laugh at my less-pregnant self and how delusional I was.
I also remember when I started to feel a tad bit uncomfortable in the lower back region (around 21 weeks). Now I long for the days of that “discomfort” because it feels like someone’s pulling my lower back muscles apart. Slowly. Deliberately. Relishing in my discomfort. Nothing helps. Getting up and walking around will temporarily, and lying on my side usually does. Unfortunately, I’d look a little odd lying on the floor here at work so I am out of luck. So here I sit, with a sore and aching back marveling at how such a little tiny person could cause my back soooo much pain. I’m not complaining, mind you because I’d go through this and a thousand times worse for her. I’m just saying how naive and silly I was to think at 21 weeks that the back discomfort I was experiencing wouldn’t get worse.. Because it did. Oh, it did.
My next pregnancy, I am taking yoga from the beginning. And exercising regularly. Because this pregnancy I haven’t. Miraculously enough my weight has not spiraled out of control despite the fact that I sit on my fat ass all day and do very little physical exercise… But next time, I think my body will thank me if I stay active.
So anyhow, it was fun seeing those pregnant ladies and their cute budding little bumps. I love my baby belly, and relish in rubbing it as it grows rounder and rounder and my resemblance to Peter Griffin grows more and more uncanny each day.
Hehehehehehehehehe.


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Thankful Thursday

This Thursday, I am thankful for our new apartment. We have so much more space it’s not even funny. I never really realized how small our one bedroom apartment was until we moved our things into this new place.

When we looked at it, it didn’t seem all that much bigger. Josh wanted to put the computer desk in the bedroom which I was skeptical about. I didn’t think there was any way our bedroom furniture plus a computer desk could fit, but once he got everything moved in and arranged I was amazed to see that not only did it fit, but we actually had room to spare. We have a wonderful walk-in closet and our own bathroom. That’s right, if we have guests stay with us we can actually close our bedroom door and use our own bathroom without having to worry about putting on robes (or clothes at all) to plod to the bathroom in the middle of the night… And our guests will have their very own bathroom, too.

Our living room is cozy and our walls adorned with our favorite movie posters (for those of you who are unaware, Josh and I are huge movie buffs). We actually have a little dining area, too and thanks to my brother-in-law will soon have a table set to put there. Josh put up family photos in our eating space; photos of me and him, of our grandparents, etc. My husband is actually quite the decorator. I’ve never been good with decorating or how things look spatially but he is fantastic at it!

I am so, so thankful that our baby girl has her own room. A nursery that he and I can work together on making a special place for her. It’s not much yet – we have her dresser up and it’s loaded with stuffed animals. Her changing table has been assembled and has some of her bath and first aid items on the shelves underneath. Her closet is full of hangers and is waiting for the little clothes to be put on them. I cannot wait to sit in there on the glider that we will soon be getting (thanks Grandpa Gerry and Sue!) and rock her while she feeds.

Our new place is a home. It’s where our family will begin, and where we will be for the next few years at least. I love it… It is perfect. I promise I will post pictures……. Soon.

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