Part of me wants to ignore this huge growth that's enveloping my abdomen. I try to pretend that I'm not really showing....for example:
1. I was sitting in church yesterday, heaving and wheezing like a smoker. I blamed it on the baby (it's been hanging out against my lungs lately), but the truth is that I was wearing one of my favorite shirts, one that is not a maternity shirt. It was pretty much stretched as far as it would go, and eventually I had to admit to myself that maybe it was time to give the shirt a break and toss it until after the baby comes.
2. I've been trying to stay in shape this second time around, which includes doing strength training (not too intense, obviously). This included doing push-ups until last week, when as soon as I got into position I realized there was nowhere to go. Up I was, arms extended, and the belly was touching the floor. I finally had to admit to myself that the belly had won.
3. The other day we were camping with some friends. Okay, to be honest this was a couple weeks ago, so I was about 6 months along. Our friends had brought some of their friends, a couple we didn't know. On Saturday we decided to go on a hike with our friends, while their friends stayed back to go fishing. The husband looked at me before we left and said, "The good thing is I think you'll get cell service up there at the top, you know, in case you go into labor." I laughed and said something like, "I better not go into labor, I've got three months left!!" He obviously assumed my bun was almost done toasting.
Not that I'm complaining. I've been blessed to have a great pregnancy this time around, and I'm so grateful for that. You just have to laugh sometimes, you know?