Pop goes the Preggo
May 7, 2008Sometime during the last ten days, I popped. I used to think this word was strange, but it really is the best available descriptor. My belly was in, and now it’s out. It popped…much like a kernel of corn would. This has altered my daily life in several ways. I will list a few:
- People now KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m pregnant. It’s obvious, I can’t hide it (unless I’m sitting or you can only see my…forehead). Today I walked into an office and the receptionist (who sits behind the counter and can only see my from about the shoulders up)gave me the GREATEST of compliments…”How are you! It’s been a while. You look tan…and did you lose weight?” at which I replied “Thank you, I love you, but stand up.” Then the truth was out.
- Yesterday I was cleaning up and I leaned over to pick up a tissue Posh had found and ripped into 1,928,837 pieces on the carpet. Halfway into my “lean over” my belly ran into my knees and I bounced back up. I had to re-evaluate leaning over to get to the tissue debris. I ended up in a sort of a squat, making a space for my belly between my legs. Halfway through this maneuver I realized I looked like those pregnant women on TV. And the light bulb went on…
- I wake up in the middle of the night and have to shift positions. Usually this involves more mental strength, since I’m typically hauling my new appendage from one side of my body to the other. It is very entertaining; well, it’s entertaining anytime but at 2am when no one else is up to see it but me. Then, it’s not so entertaining. So really it never is.
- In the middle of meals, I feel like there is just too much crammed into my abdomen. Baby, baby stuff, meal and lots of water. So I lean back, and eventually leave to go to the bathroom hoping some of the tension will be relieved. It isn’t.
- Speaking of sitting, I notice that I find myself sitting like a guy sometimes…my legs aren’t always crossed…sometimes they’re apart. Wierd.
So that’s that. I’m still getting used to it, and sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don’t believe it’s me, but I’m embracing it!
How about when someone (who should remain nameless) points out that you are starting to get a nice belly-shelf. It IS a good place to rest your hands when you are standing around backstage waiting for the sermon to end. Eventually, I bet you will be able to balance a coffee cup and a snack on it!
BTW, sorry about that - I hope I didn’t embarass you when I pointed that out the other day! Or when I mentioned it here….
I hope I never get pregnant!
Oh, Libby. I know you’re uncomfortable, but you’re still beautiful…belly and all!
And, just think, in a few more months, this “discomfort” will transform into the greatest love of your life!
So, hey…sit with those legs apart…whatever it takes to be comfortable!
Pam - no worries! It doesn’t bother me at all. All these things are new and different to me but they’re not bad! I just like to poke fun at the whole situation and how foreign it is to me!
Heather - Thanks! I’m getting to be more comfortable with it as I get used to it…then by the time I’m used to it, I’ve grown again! I am already falling in love with Baby Howe now that I feel him/her kicking me several times a day! (ps - I haven’t given up my heels yet…that day is coming I’m sure and I will be letting you know about it!)
You spelled weird wrong. Aren’t you like, a college grad?
PS Congrats on the kid. She’s gonna be obsessed with me… get ready to hear a LOT about Auntie Care Bear. Thats right. I’m getting the Auntie label this time. I got jipped being so young when Ale & Isa were born. But I’m an adult now. Boo yah. Take that Baby Howe…