Like a bra for your belly...

You know, I had resolved to be one of those pregnant ladies who carries herself properly. No heaving or grunting. No over-sized tweety bird t-shirts. Don't put away the cute shoes. Certainly don't sacrifice your hair. Keep the underwear cute and tiny, even if the rest of the body grows.

And.

Screw it. Screw it all. The only rule I have not yet broken (oh please, no) is the tweety bird t-shirt. And the most recent addition to my pile of shame (which includes 2 pairs of shoes which I have worn every single day for the past 6 months, the geriatric arch supports that go IN the shoes, the humongo cotton panties, and the "good heavens- is that my grandmother's bra?")?

A belly belt. A bra. For your belly. A brelly. It is hideous. And I love it so much.

Highlights From This Week...

• We got a house.
• I clipped my toenails (seriously. reckoning with The Belly, this is a big dang deal.).
• Found out I am measuring 1 week ahead. Which means... unofficial October 13th due date??

The sad part is, I am equally excited about all three....

Onward, ever upward.

Well, folks, we knew this day would happen. I've.... I've...

I've gone up a panty size.

:hangs head:
:rests chin awkwardly on belly:

And these boobs! Having just gotten mine, I don't know how you people have handled them all these years! Did you know that you SWEAT under there?? and that going braless isn't nearly as cute?

Kid, c'mon, let's be reasonable here. You've got two more months to cook... you don't have to use your super powers to make everything huge now, do you? Let's work out some sort of installment plan..

Big 'uns

"You gots two, mebbe tree.. two or tree bebbies in dere!"
-Cute old Italian grocery bagger

"That's awfully high for a boy... and...what? OCTOBER?? Giiirl..."
-Cashier

"Well, you've just blossomed!"
-the M-I-L

"WHOA."
-Everyone.

"Nice" it forward..

I was crossing the parking lot of the Brentwood publix the other day when a woman pulled up in a gold convertible (okay... it was shimmery tan. that's gold enough, right? not the James Brown coffin gold, but the we-could-totally-see-this-in-our-dad's-driveway-after-he-retires gold.).

She told me I looked cute. I did my little grin/head tilt/one shoulder shrug and said thanks. She said, "No, really. You do. I remember back when it was me, I always wondered if I looked cute or if I looked fat. Know that you do look cute."

I suppressed the urge to waddle-hop into her car and kiss her, and instead resolved to someday BE the woman in the shimmering convertible... making young pregnant girls in giant yellow dresses feel insanely good about themselves for a few glowing minutes.

Dear Kid:

What name should I choose to call you forever?

and..

What name could you have forever and still NOT hate your weirdo parents?

love,

Mom

lovely day

Yesterday was shitty. Tummy was meh, work sucky, back ouchie, hair not lustrous... the prototypical Crap day.


Evan sensed the foulness when I spoke to him in the afternoon, and was there that night when I got home, ready and waiting with dinner and a grocery sack of my favorite things. Black olives, jalapenos, bread, cheese... (:sigh:). And then at the bottom of the bag, it was... it was...

I am not ashamed to admit that I wept over a 4-pack of natural sodas.

Happy Anniversary, love.

Then I look at you and the world's alright with me...