I’m right in the sweet spot of being pregnant but not really looking it to anyone but those closest to me… you know, myself and my husband, only the closest friends that are aware that my habits have changed ever so slightly, and of course that nosey lady at work who asked me flat out when I wasn’t much over 7 weeks.
I swear that it’s written all over my face but clearly I’m lacking the glow of my coworker who is all of 24 and having her first baby. She didn’t show AT ALL until close to 15 weeks and now it appears the only side affects aside from a slightly rounder tummy, is monstrous boobs (which her fiance is probably loving) and of course the beautiful glow I mentioned that I DON’T have and likely WON’T get.
I’m over it though. This ain’t my first rodeo as I mentioned to someone yesterday, so on Baby Number Three I am perfectly happy to stay somewhat close to where I was with my first two (size/looks/health-wise) and that I can work and live like “normal” right up until we get ready to head to the hospital. Fingers are officially crossed and since I drank a big glass of water not too long ago, so are my legs!
However, my semi-sad moment for the day was when I put on my “favorite jeans” that another coworker said made me actually look skinny last Friday (and she knows I’m pregnant and is pregnant herself so she’s not out to lie for no reason) … and I realized that this may be the last wearing of these puppies for a long while. They are low rise, so they closed with no issues (and thankfully I didn’t wash them after the last wear so I had now leg-fit-issues either). However, sitting at my desk, they are digging into my stomach and making me grumpy. Bummer!
Oh well, pretty soon I’ll be pulling up the magnificent pregnancy pants with all their panel-full wonder and I’ll be a much happier and comfier camper.
Happy Wednesday (or as way-to-upbeat people say), Happy Hump Day!