There is not much to report, other than the fact that this girl is an absolute wiggle worm. I never get tired of watching my belly jump though… and it’s sort of becoming an issue. The other day she kicked me hard while I was sitting at the front desk at work, so I lifted up my shirt to see if I could catch her in the act (I know, super classy), and the mailman walked in. AWKWARD.
Wow, you actually look pregnant today. Yesterday, not so much.
- My boss’s wife
Look at you, mama, you’re growing! How much have you gained?
and
Your belly has gotten big all of a sudden. It looks like the baby has dropped. How far along are you again?
- The obnoxious male janitor who considers himself the pregnancy expert because he helped deliver 6 babies while in Vietnam. Seriously. And to answer your question, dude, I have over 3 months to go. She has not dropped.
When are you due? Like, any day now?
- Cashier at restaurant. And hi, I know I’m 6 and a half months along, but I’m not even that big!
- The lady in the office next door asks me this every time she sees me. It’s just unnecessary.
Just be sure not to gain too much weight. You have wide hips already, and it’ll stick to those. Trust me.
- Well-meaning, but extremely RUDE woman from another office in our complex.
Justin, in reference to my thigh: Ooooh, gooey!
Me: …
Justin: I meant… smooth. Velvety? I’m sorry.
I don’t consider myself overly sensitive to most of the things people say and realize there are some things that just come with the territory. Pregnancy is like having a spotlight shining on your life, inviting everyone to come and see the show. Unless hiding out for 9+ months and giving birth in a cave appeals to you, you’re not getting out of it, Sister.
Belly rubs, stares, and comments of all sorts are just a part of the experience. And normally, I pretty much love the attention! I realize this will probably be the last time anything is all about me, which honestly upsets me a bit, haha.
The only real issue I have are the flat-out rude and unnecessary things some people let loose without any concern for my body image issues (and no, those don’t magically disappear when you become pregnant). If you were to comment about a woman’s weight or size under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be acceptable, but that sweet little baby bump seems to welcome it all.
Call me “cute”, “glowing” and rub my Buddha belly all you want, but try to keep the ‘chunky’s to a minimum. Thanks, lady!
Have any of you experienced anything similar? I’m sure even those of you who have never been pregnant have had someone say something about your body that was just plain rude. Let’s relive all those cruel and awkward moments in a very public way, come on! :)
This entire pregnancy has been one countdown after another. With a lady-cycle that operates like clockwork, I found out I was pregnant the day Aunt Flow was supposed to arrive. Needless to say, it’s been a long 20 or so weeks since then, and I have to admit that I have never been fully content with any of the wonderful stages of pregnancy I’ve made it through. I’m constantly looking forward to the next exciting thing!
I can remember at five weeks, I couldn’t wait to be twelve weeks along so I could share the news (that ended up not making a difference because I couldn’t wait 7 minutes, let alone seven weeks to tell EVERYONE IN MY LIFE, including my mailman… and you think I’m joking).
When I hit twelve weeks, I absolutely couldn’t handle not knowing whether it was a boy or a girl. Finding out about Miss Madelyn at seventeen weeks was the greatest thing, but still, I was aching to be really showing and feeling those little kicks. Well, now all these little milestones have come (and more — I’ll spare you the scary and hairy details) and are just a normal part of life. I’ve been sitting at my desk for the past hour and have felt her moving and wiggling almost the entire time. My regular visits to Target’s shoe displays have been overridden by the trips to the Baby and Maternity sections. Okay, that’s sort of a lie, but I do spend significantly less time shopping for shoes!
Throughout this whole experience, 25 weeks stuck out in my mind as the ultimate milestone. Why I chose that number, I have no idea… but it always seemed so far away and I felt I’d never get there.
Ta-da! I’m here! Only fifteen weeks and a little over 100 days to go until I meet my darling little daughter. Gosh, that still sounds so crazy.
Madelyn is nearly 2lbs, and I'm convinced my boobs each weigh about the same.
I do a silly little jig whenever I receive a piece of mail and find my name written on the envelope in actual human handwriting. Am I the only one who gets excited over something so simple? I don’t understand it fully, but there’s something sort of humbling about receiving something in the mail. I always think, “Wow, someone took the time to send something the old-fashioned way just for me.”
With that in mind, you can imagine the excitement going on when I found all these goodies from Wishcake waiting for me in the mailbox last night. Happy fists!
These lovely notebooks and magnets were my prize for winning the Summer Contest at Those Corwins. Yay, thank you Steph! Do you see how adorably packaged they were? I had the hardest time opening them because they were just too stinkin’ cute. And my favorite, favorite, favorite thing in the world was also tucked inside — a handwritten note!
Thank you, Kerri — you are such a doll!
Grammy and I at Cheesecake Factory in San Francisco, 2006
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