You wardrobe has become a well oiled machine or two types of pants, both with panels that go to your ever growing breasts, a handful of shirts, and stretchy dresses that require no thought in the morning routine.
Your feet swell each afternoon large enough for your husband to question if feet can get stretch marks too.
You upgraded to a king sized bed because your husband is sick of sleeping on the remaining four inches of mattress after you, your large belly, and even larger pregnancy pillow are all comfortably situated.
All you think about is baby related and your google searches take a turn for the very strange and very random. Example: Is it normal for hair to grow longer on stomach when pregnant? Or: Best method for cleaning poop out of cloth diapers. And those are pretty PG.
You start hearing things like " wow! You've really popped!" and are not offended because you actually love your baby bump and appreciate that your body can perform this miracle all by itself.
You hear strange facts that stick with you. And have to tell everyone you talk to for the exit 48 hours. Did you knows that he placenta is the only organ the body creates and then sheds?
You try to eat healthy foods, after all, baby eats what you eat. But then a McDouble screams your name. Or that bag of chocolate frosted donuts. Or extra large slurpee. And then back to veggies and smoothies.
You officially turn into your mother. With well-thought out plans to do some things differently, but then when pregnancy gets weird you call her because hers is the only advice you want to hear.
Today I am 32 weeks into this baby making business. I am truly loving it and cannot wait to meet this little one that I will be responsible for keeping alive. Luckily, Vince will share that responsibility! Here's to two months of reading about child birth, organizing all of he baby stuff we have received, and continuous spurts of nesting that have me in cleaning fits but area so nice because our apartment has never been cleaner!
