I'm just going to lead off with this image, as I'm pretty sure this is what a lot of people are thinking when they look at me right now.
On Friday I hit 18 weeks, and so far reactions have been mixed. On the one hand, one of my...ahem...rounder friends at work good-naturedly yelled at me last week because I wasn't really showing yet (quote: "I look more pregnant than you do!"). Yet only two days later, a colleague quietly asked M if we were expecting. Now, to be fair, we were out for drinks and I was nursing a water whilst wearing a very blousy top that had always given me a bit of preggo look even before the advent of Chalupa Batman, but still. I figure the reason she asked him instead of me was because she was a little concerned that I'd been hitting the donuts too hard and didn't want to offend me just in case. Either that, or she was aware of this helpful infographic:
Right now, I figure I'm sitting somewhere around level 2 or 3 of this chart. See for yourselves.
|Baby? Or pizza?|
I have to admit, it's a little weird to be almost halfway (!?!) through this pregnancy without really being able to see or feel anything. This stage of pregnancy is such a tease! Over the past week or two I've occasionally felt little rumbles that could maybe sorta kinda be CB moving around in there, but my stupid anterior placenta makes it so faint that I can't really be sure.
Also, while my regular pants and belly band are getting pushed pretty close to the limit, I still don't seem to be quite ready for maternity clothes yet. Especially tops. Every time I've tried one on, even if I grab a really small size I still look like I'm wearing a potato sack because I'm not filling them out properly. (Side rant: is it just me, or do they make maternity tops really huge at the neck?? Everything I've tried on seems like it gapes down to my boobs, which I'm sure is great for nursing but not so good for going to work and otherwise associating with humans who don't suck on your breasts regularly. Or perhaps, as a member of the itty bitty titty committee, I'm just not filling them out properly.)
I'm also still waiting for the fabled "nesting instinct" to start kicking in, because I know the next 20 weeks will pass by in a flash, especially with Christmas holidays thrown in there. We've done exactly zero preparation so far, which I guess is probably pretty normal, but at some point we'll have to buckle down and focus on turning "that room" (which has held junk for the past three years of our infertility process) into a nursery. So far though, my couch has had a whole lot more appeal than the paint aisle of Home Depot.