Weird

I have pictures to post, but I forgot to download them before I left for Italy. So next week a real picture of my belly will be posted. For those of you who may have been fooled by the last post, that is Jer's belly, my arms are not that hairy.

I have been thinking lately about all the weirdness in my life. And I thought I would share...

Weird...

...how my stomach is seeming to get bigger every day. In fact when I post the next picture I am going to take another picture to see how in one week it has grown. It is weird to think that 3 weeks ago, I really wasn't showing all that much, and now I get people congratulating me right and left.

...how my belly just kinda sticks out. Don't get me wrong, I am really stoked that I am growing straight out and not sideways, it just looks weird.

...to see me normal in the face, neck, legs, and from the back, but to have a chest (wait, is that cleavage I see?) and a pot belly is strange to see (probably TMI but for someone who is barely an A to be filling out a B is quite amazing and every day I am baffled. And to think I may progress even further into a C before this is all over just seems crazy).

...how I read on pregnancy websites that a skin condition known as Keratosis Pilaris (aka chicken bumps) is supposed to be worse when you are pregnant. I have had this on the back of my arms for as long as I can remember. I was dreading it getting worse with pregnancy, however, for the first time in my life the back of my arms are smooth and soft as a baby's behind.

...how I can do nothing too strenuous all day long, but at the end of the day I feel like I have ran a marathon.

...how many times one person can go to the bathroom in a day. We are going through toilet paper like you wouldn't believe. I already knew this would be an issue for me, because I think I was born with the bladder control of an 80 year old. But really...at least once an hour during the day...and at least 3 times a night...really?!

...how people can say they love being pregnant...I don't see it. I had an ephiphany the other day that being pregnant is like going through all stages of life from birth to geezer-hood, simultaneously, all in 9 months. You are like an emotional child, a hormone-raging pubescent teenager, and an old person with achey joints, back aches, and bladder problems all at the same time. How do people love this?!

...how I didn't think I would be one of "those people" who are always touching their stomachs. I don't know what it is, but I find myself sneaking a feel all the time. Why? I can't explain it. Maybe because it feels so out of place...maybe it is part of the maternal instinct starting to kick in...who knows.