"Excuse me Mrs., but how far along are you?"
I've been in fashion-denial about my pregnancy up to this point. It took reaching Week 25 in my 2nd pregnancy to where people are now comfortable asking or even noticing that I am pregnant (3 times this week, to be exact). I have nothing against being or looking pregnant. For me it was more like a psychotic power trip or experiment to see how far I could go with my "secret". Gauging from the fact that the beginning of my 3rd trimester is only weeks away, I'd say it was a success!
And now the psychotic game must end and my final score is 25. Not bad. It's time to embrace the belly with more cute, belly-hugging ensembles at work. And time for me to get used to saying, "Yes... yes, I am!"
Ever-prevalent belly: Its presence is evident in everything I do. Putting on my boots, tossing and turning in bed, or even just sitting down. I can't just pretend it's not physically there. It won't let me forget.
Not very many this week. Those mini White Castle cheese burgers from a few posts ago are really satisfying me during snack time. :)
|Special request to have some teal in this week's photo. My sister is diligently working on baby shower details.|