The Cute Side of Pregnancy
People make comments like, "You look like you swallowed a melon!" And when they ask you how you're feeling, they actually stop to listen. They legitimately CARE!
Each week, pregnancy literature compares the size of my baby to FRUIT! At week 8, he was the size of a blueberry. At week 23, he's the size of a papaya. With as much as I'm craving fruit, it's only appropriate that we refer to my baby as fruit. Speaking of fruit, this is what happened after a trip to the grocery store a few weeks ago:
I might be the *luckiest* girl in the world. First of all, I'm pregnant, which does not come easy with every couple desiring to procreate. Second of all, I have felt so good throughout the entire pregnancy (25 weeks), that I will literally forget <<for brief moments only >> that I'm pregnant. Our little citrus baby likes to remind me when I get too focused on a task that he's there, so he'll usually throw a 'bow or tiptoe on my kidney as a gentle reminder.
I know I whined in the "Not-So-Cute" post about putting away all of my pre-pregnancy clothes <<may they temporarily rest in peace >>, but now I can celebrate Maternity Clothes. Here's the thing. The bump precludes anything non-stretchy to even approach my waistline, with the only exception being a seatbelt. That means I get to sport pretty much all-things-cotton: dresses, skirts, tops, and leggings. In my highly evolved fashion opinion << NOT >>, maternity shirts have become quite cute. I'm still highly, strongly, deeply opposed to maternity pants (the kind with the wide panel), so my preference is to let all "lower pieces" low-ride. Below the bump is AOK with me. In a nutshell, this means that during pregnancy, it may be the most comfortable time in my life for wearing clothes. *High Five*
There's not a part of my body that isn't... well... ROUND. Redonda, en espanyol. For real. I look down, and all I see are curves. I've *always* found the pregnant figure to be the most beautiful... on other women. I'm working on my own sort of self-love when it comes to my figure at this point. I'm definitely trusting that this truly is the most beautiful and magical experience a woman can experience. Let's be honest. Babies are miracles. New life is a miracle. And this time, I get to be an active participant in a miracle. Now whether or not that fits so accurately with "The Cute Side of Pregnancy" may be up for debate, but my argument for inclusion rests on one simple fact: Babies are Oh.So.Cute.
People make comments like, "You look like you swallowed a melon!" And when they ask you how you're feeling, they actually stop to listen. They legitimately CARE!
Each week, pregnancy literature compares the size of my baby to FRUIT! At week 8, he was the size of a blueberry. At week 23, he's the size of a papaya. With as much as I'm craving fruit, it's only appropriate that we refer to my baby as fruit. Speaking of fruit, this is what happened after a trip to the grocery store a few weeks ago:
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| Some people might argue that my obsession with fruit is going a little overboard. I'd suggest you not argue with a pregnant woman. |
I might be the *luckiest* girl in the world. First of all, I'm pregnant, which does not come easy with every couple desiring to procreate. Second of all, I have felt so good throughout the entire pregnancy (25 weeks), that I will literally forget <<for brief moments only >> that I'm pregnant. Our little citrus baby likes to remind me when I get too focused on a task that he's there, so he'll usually throw a 'bow or tiptoe on my kidney as a gentle reminder.
I know I whined in the "Not-So-Cute" post about putting away all of my pre-pregnancy clothes <<may they temporarily rest in peace >>, but now I can celebrate Maternity Clothes. Here's the thing. The bump precludes anything non-stretchy to even approach my waistline, with the only exception being a seatbelt. That means I get to sport pretty much all-things-cotton: dresses, skirts, tops, and leggings. In my highly evolved fashion opinion << NOT >>, maternity shirts have become quite cute. I'm still highly, strongly, deeply opposed to maternity pants (the kind with the wide panel), so my preference is to let all "lower pieces" low-ride. Below the bump is AOK with me. In a nutshell, this means that during pregnancy, it may be the most comfortable time in my life for wearing clothes. *High Five*
There's not a part of my body that isn't... well... ROUND. Redonda, en espanyol. For real. I look down, and all I see are curves. I've *always* found the pregnant figure to be the most beautiful... on other women. I'm working on my own sort of self-love when it comes to my figure at this point. I'm definitely trusting that this truly is the most beautiful and magical experience a woman can experience. Let's be honest. Babies are miracles. New life is a miracle. And this time, I get to be an active participant in a miracle. Now whether or not that fits so accurately with "The Cute Side of Pregnancy" may be up for debate, but my argument for inclusion rests on one simple fact: Babies are Oh.So.Cute.
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