Let’s get down to the brass tacks: I am huge and cranky and uncomfortable. Case in point: I thought I was smiling in all of these photos. I wasn’t cheery enough to sport a huge toothy grin, but I still was attempting a smile for these photos. Not that you can tell. The bitchface is strong today. Very, very strong.
Also I just realized I spelled “Maternity” wrong on the photo. I’m not sure what happened. I used all the correct letters. Some part of me must be sighing and thinking GEEZ I HAVE TO PUT THEM IN THE CORRECT ORDER, TOO? YOU ARE SO DEMANDING!
(I will fix the typo, eventually.)
Everything is such a huge effort right now that I decided I’m just going to go with the flow as much as possible. Besides doctor appointments, I have baby two showers and Isobel’s birthday party coming up and other than that I’m going to leave the house as little as possible. I’m exhausted and uncomfortable and the more I do the more painful my body becomes. There are a few exceptions but overall it’s just not worth it. I’ll still make the attempt to visit family or friends, but I’m not going to kill myself by trying to run errands when I could send Anthony for them. My friend Jenn is taking over my search for a thrifted dresser so I don’t have to worry about that anymore. As for everything else, I’m just going to have to rely on my parents and Anthony do do most of the heavy lifting of grocery shopping and whatnot.
I took a photo of myself in the mirror last night wearing only a bra and my leggings and I was astounded at how huge I was. I can feel the hugeness (and believe me, I have been) and I know I am already much larger at 33 weeks than I was with Isobel at 40, but the picture still sort of shocked me anyway. My friend Angela thinks it’s possible I’m having a vampire baby since he seems to be sapping all my energy and constantly makes me feel like I’m ten degrees colder than everyone else in the room. Actually, Angela’s a buttface because she thinks I’m having Edward Cullen’s baby. Gross. If I did have a fling with a Twilight vampire I’d be so disgusted and mortified I’d lock the experience away in the memory vault as a means of self-preservation. The photo did make me decide to do a simple, belly-revealing outfit today so I could show off the OMG HUUUUUGE without posting a photo of me in just a bra.
It’s actually much too cold for me to be wearing just a tank top, but I wanted to focus on the belly. I’m wore the same thing all day but with Anthony’s zip up hoodie over top (as seen in the second photo). I can still zip it up so I might send him to Target for another men’s jacket that will be just for me. The tank top I’m wearing is actually a men’s Fruit of the Loom undershirt (known colloquially around here as a “wife beater”) that I found at a thrift shop. I learned this trick from my cousin Liz who wore her husband’s undershirts while pregnant with her kids because they are roomier and quite long. This one is no longer long enough to cover me, a problem I didn’t have last time. The leggings are regular Old Navy, I just bought a size up than I normally wear. They don’t go up high enough anymore but I’ve been using them as long underwear when I just can’t get warm.
Isobel has been a big help with day-to-day things. She’s always willing to help pick stuff up from the floor if I dropped it or if it’s just in the way, and she’ll let me know about things I just shouldn’t do, Mimi, because you have a big belly. She hugs and kisses her brother through my belly several times a day, unprovoked, and absolutely loves it when he kicks her or can feel him move in any way. So far the only thing that’s been less than ideal with her is when we get presents in the mail they aren’t necessarily for her anymore, and friends and you Little Big readers have been so generous with your presents she’s used to them being entirely for her. But she’s getting better at accepting and dealing with this after much discussion and reassurance. My MIL is hosting a family baby shower for me and I’m going to bring Isobel to this grown-up event so she doesn’t feel out. She can help me unwrap presents that aren’t just for the baby–they are for her baby. Her baby brother, not just Mama and Daddy’s baby. I think that will help the transition.
Again, at the time, I believed I was smiling in these photos. Sorry about that.