Here I am at 4 weeks pregnant. In my favorite sweater. ::sigh:: I miss my sweater.
And here I am today, at 33 weeks.
I have been hearing a lot about how big I am getting. Trust me. I know. I FEEL big. But thanks for reminding me.
I am a little surprised at myself though. I never imagined that getting bigger would bother me. I wanted this. I wanted to be pregnant. I waas constantly checking to see if I was showing yet. However, now that we've entered the Home Stretch per se, I miss being me. I have started noticing girls who are built like I used to be. And it kinda hurts my feelings. This is a weird place for me to be. I have been sooo lucky in that I haven't had to fight to stay in shape. The years of dance created a strong core that kept me pretty trim, with very little maintainence from me. I'm not used to being jealous I guess. Sure I noticed other people, but in a much more abstract way. Now, I actively notice them. I can't wait to look like me again.Pin It