Every morning I play a game called, “Bump/No Bump.” I look in the mirror and try to discern if I’m showing yet. Every day, it’s always the same: No Bump. Except for the days where there’s the faux-bump, also known as the eighth wonder of pregnancy: constipation. But, barring the poop-baby, I’m not showing. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m a little more squishy than usual… but definitely not bump-y just yet.)
I realize that, for non-pregnant women, the last thing you’d want is to look pregnant. But when you’ve been pregnant for several months and are already abstaining from everything wonderful, a girl needs some validation! I want people at the sushi restaurant to know that I’m not eating the raw stuff because I’m pregnant, not because I’m white! I’m trying to enjoy this stage while it lasts, though, especially some of the perks because I know it won’t last long.
Pretty soon, I’ll be needing these.
*So, if you’ve seen me lately, you can definitely tell this post was a few weeks ago. We’re catchin’ up, I promise!