Which leads me to wonder:
Do people think I sit around and drink alcohol all day? You know, so as to acquire this apparent beer belly I have going on? Or do they think that I have absolutely no fashion sense AT ALL that I would try and accentuate my large gut? Or am I just that invisible of a person that I can walk around church for MONTHS without being noticed?
Truly, it's a mystery to me. Because though I know I remain towards the smaller end of pregnant, I am still VERY pregnant.
Like TWENTY FIVE (PLUS) pounds pregnant.
Like I just gained five pounds in the last week pregnant!
Like some of my maternity clothes from previous pregnancies don't fit kind of pregnant!
Like I have a hard time walking up stairs without sounding like I've just run a marathon kind of pregnant!
Like I can only see my toe nails when I look straight down at my feet kind of pregnant! Pregnant pregnant!
But anyway. :) Now, when I go out, people feel free to ask about my pregnancy. So it's become a very obvious phenomenon. And I LOVE LOVE that part of it. Ask away! I'm all too happy to share that Baby Girl #4 is on her way!!
See? There is it. The obvious I have-a-baby-in-my-belly look! :) And you can actually see Baby Girl move around in my stomach from across the room!! Some kind of freaky! But I'm LOVIN' it...
Well, at least some of it. ...Sunday's introduction to "real pregnancy," sort of banished that lovin' feeling. My legs and fingers started to swell. fast and furiously.
I was standing at the kitchen sink preparing tomatoes for a spaghetti sauce recipe, when suddenly my feet started to feel funny. I look down. Hm. That looks strangely familiar. Where have I seen that look before?
*thinking thinking*
Oh. Huh. That podiatric look seems oddly reminiscent of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Eh. I had hobbit feet. minus the hair.
"Honey. I can't be on my feet for much longer. I'm starting to swell." But I continue to chop, as Project Spaghetti Sauce must get done.
A few minutes later, my knees start to tingle. I look down again. "Uh, honey. You might want to come see this."
He rounds the corner, takes one look at my legs, and blurts out, "I'm thinking you need to sit down. NOW. And why don't you elevate your feet while you're at it?"
Yeah. it was scary. I'm talking I had no knees. no ankles. no remnant of muscle tones. Only two long, out-of-shape thighs. In a matter of minutes, I had gone from normal pregnant lady to Blimp Girl.
Funny how quickly Pregnant Bliss goes out the window when knees disappear, isn't it? Because suddenly people aren't asking if I'm pregnant. They just want to know if I need an EpiPen to ward off anaphylactic shock.
