Allow me to introduce the rapidly growing belly.
Now, by 6 months pregnant with my first child, I had just started looking pregnant enough that people could notice. Do you think they notice yet? 😉 Ha! Amazing what a body can learn from having gone through this twice already.
We are already to the point of joking about using my belly to hold up poles while we’re building fence (which we could probably actually do if it were at the right height!) and wearing my husband’s t-shirts because mine have either stopped covering the bottom of my belly or they won’t even squeeze over it.
I finally understand the maternity clothes sizes. With my first pregnancy, I never touched maternity clothes. I just wore flowing regular shirts. I thought it was insane how huge maternity shirts were! With my second, I did branch into some maternity clothes (pants for the first time and empire waist near dress length shirts) but not until the last month or 6 weeks. Well HELLO! I’m there already! I still haven’t gotten into maternity pants because I will procrastinate that as long as possible but the shirts have come out to play. And man, getting ready for church on Sundays has become a joke. Any small standards of style I had before have died. It’s pretty much “Anything that Fits – Wear IT!” style now.
I’ve never been pregnant during a different time of year. Do you all get the fat feet? Or is that because it’s summer? Cause there are days I think they might just explode. How about the heat stroke, sweat dripping, hot flashes? Are those normal for a winter time pregnancy? I mean I know it’s kinda hot but not this hot! In fact, my kids have still wanted long sleeved shirts some days. How about the feeling of being roasted alive every time the sun hits any exposed skin? I learned the hard way that pregnant women burn much more easily but I literally feel like a Thanksgiving Turkey anytime I go outside. I’ve turned into the crazy shade hopper.
Pregnancy makes me weird. This is actually the first time that I haven’t been super awkward about being pregnant. I’ve never known how to act or talk or stand or dress or sit or BE pregnant. I don’t mind people who want to rub the belly or talk to it. I don’t even mind answering the same standard questions repeatedly. “When are you due?”…”Is it a boy or girl?”…”What names do you like?”…. But I’ve never felt comfortable about actually being pregnant until now. I guess it was because I didn’t really have much experience with it before. I hadn’t even had a lot of friends have kids to watch other people go through it. Everyone I knew who had been pregnant before me seemed much older and more mature and put together and “mom-ish” than I was. I didn’t know how to fit into that mold.
This go around, I’m not trying. Or maybe I finally became mom-ish. I don’t know but I decided to be me. If I jump up too fast for a pregnant woman, I don’t care. If I wear clothes that make me slightly resemble a circus tent, I don’t care. If I try to sneak past someone in an aisle and my belly gets in the way, I still don’t care. Because caring wasn’t fun. Caring was awkward. And honestly, I’m awkward enough as is.
So I’ll try to do a little better at posting updates of my pregnancy progression. I might just post a picture now and then on Instagram or Facebook so make sure to go like and/or follow me there.