Surprised by the Belly

So, friends, I know you've all been dying to know about me and pregnancy (oh, you haven't?  Well, you can skip this one, then).  Anyway, there are a million and one things I could blog about this and they've all been done before, quite frankly.  I'm not a huge fan of documenting the minutia of everything pregnancy.  However, I decided this topic was too fun to pass up.  My apologies if you don't find it quite as fun.

Sometimes, I forget I'm pregnant.

No, seriously.

Shocked at my laughably tiny belly

 

I know it seems impossible and kind of ridiculous and even awful, but it happens occasionally to me.  Admittedly, it used to happen more frequently when I wasn't really showing yet and when I couldn't feel her moving.  But even now, when pretty much everyone automatically assumes I'm pregnant and she's kicking me what seems like all day, every day, I can forget.

Hello bigger belly

Here are ways I've recently been surprised by the belly (ie, forgot for a bit I was pregnant):
-Bending down to pick something up off the floor.  Seriously, when did it get so hard to reach the floor?
-Trying to wash my feet in shower (sorry for the visual).  I'm kind of hoping they just get a nice wash from standing in the soap suds.
-Trying to squeeze behind spaces I used to be able to maneuver easily. That chair is a LOT closer to the wall than it seemed.

More accurate to how I feel

And my personal favorite:
-Turning sideways to allow someone to pass me in the hall: doesn't quite have the same space-saving effect that it used to.  I've bumped a number of people with my belly, which is often quite awkward for both of us.

My tiny foot nubbins

I'm already imagining what the next 2.5 months of belly surprises will bring me.  Where did my feet go?  What a convenient little table this bump makes!  That food stain would have formerly been on my pants and is now right smack on the front of my belly! 

Good times, my friends, good times.