Its official
I'm ginormous.
I caught a glimpse of my profile in a window this afternoon and I literally stopped in my tracks. Holy. Crap.
Its not that I havent noticed that I'm growing, or that I havent noticed the way that my clothes (dont) fit, or that I havent seen the numbers on the scale climbing at a steady and scary rate, but until now I'd somehow avoided being caught off guard by my new body.
Wow.
Of course, some women are fortunate. They gain 8 lbs and have a 6lb baby. They look darling in maternity clothes. You cant even tell that they are pregnant unless you look at them sideways. For example, Jennifer Garner is on TV right now. She's a month ahead of me and she looks like she's gained about 7 lbs, all right in the front.
Not me. Not by a longshot!! If my even-more-noticable-than-usual cleavage werent a dead giveaway, my working-hard-to-stay-caught-up-with-the-abdomen thighs and ass are good clues. Ugh. At yoga class on Monday night I had to position myself so that I was nowhere near a mirror. Fortunately, I know most of the positions now and dont have to watch myself in the mirror to check my form, but even if that were the case, I'm sure I'd pretend to look. There is nothing appealing about the pregnant body in yoga gear. And I still have 2+ months to grow! This is not going to be pretty....
Of course, I'm just vain enough to be worried more about the first few weeks/months after I have the baby when I cant use the "I'm pregnant" excuse anymore for how shitty I look. I guess the only good thing about being housebound with a newborn in the Winter is avoiding having to appear in public looking still-pregnant!