The past two weeks or so has made me feel like what I can only describe as “hella pregnant.” (For those of you not familiar with the term, “hella” is a California-based modifier which intensifies a word’s meaning, similar to “very” or “a lot.” It’s an embarrassingly, unabashedly Californian thing to say and I’ll use it until I die, or at least until people stop saying “pop” for soda in my presence.) Neighbors have started congratulating us on our pregnancy, as my by looks I’m very obviously pregnant and not just bloated from a macaroni and cheese bender. Though I’ll go to my grave believing that the only times you should ask if a woman’s pregnant is if you are a dude whose condom broke or if the woman is actively in labor, I do admit that I look pretty obviously with child.
(BTW, here’s Week 17, posted late, in case you missed it.)
I’m discovering all the joys that come with a pronounced belly: difficulty breathing while sitting in a slouched position, limbs constantly falling asleep with sitting or laying down, heartburn, and the sudden, desperate need to pee when ever I stand up.
My mother, who is probably the only person I know more desperate to know Smalls’ gender more than we are has bought us a gift certificate to one of those 3D ultrasound places just for the gender check. She said it was for my birthday, but I think it’s safe to assume that it’s also a present to herself for enduring my labor on my birthday. It was a miraculous day for her ladybits. As 3D baby photos are kind of horrifying (imagine a half-finished person shoved into a tight-fitting transparent sack) I will not be posting lots of images–or I will, but I’ll wait till Halloween–but never fear, many people have asked if we’ll be sharing the gender and I can assure you that the internet will know moments after we do. My mom, Anthony, and Isobel will be there with me, and possibly my Dad unless he’s too embarrassed by the whole thing) so we’ll just need to let some other family know before we tell the world.
About the clothes: I bought this chambray-blend dress shirt while thrifting and considered it a gamble. A half-off gamble, but a gamble still: it was clearly too big for me and really not my style. I loved it but it bespoke a more formal, businessy sort of wardrobe I can neither afford or qualify for. But it was so soft and sturdy and the quality was just fantastic. The buttons (I’m now cursing myself for not getting a good shot) are lovely and unexpected rhinestone dealies that I’m not sure are original to the shirt or if someone added them after the fact. I had planned on getting it altered but it fits me perfectly right now and functions as a light sweater since I am cold all the livelong day.
The bag I’m carrying is a special gift given to all the members of my family by a cousin’s wife at Christmas. She had recently married into the family and it was such a lovely, thoughtful gesture. Pretty much everyone who’s lived in this area for a couple generations made their living off the land and if you go back our family was farmers and ranchers on both sides. My cousin Josh’s wife, Tammi, took one of our labels and had it printed on canvas totes.