The Best Thing

I've discovered a wonderful thing.  Maternity pants.  I've heard women say that these things are comfortable, but OH MY GOSH!  They are the most comfortable things in the world.  Why can't we wear these every single day?   I decided to take the plunge into maternity pants since my pants don't fit anymore and I find it very awkward to walk down the street to work with a belly band over unbuttoned pants.   It's weird.  I felt exposed.  So my wonderful friend, Kalan, let me borrow her maternity clothes - at least until she gets knocked up again.  Trying them on was both depressing and exciting.   Exciting because they are so dang comfortable.  Depressing because I realized just how big I am going to get.  

 

The clothes came in a box labeled "PHAT CLOTHES," which is just awesome.  Kalan is a working mother so she had to have lots of options.  She even provided me with a bag of "pregnant jewelry," which was her attempt to distract from the fat in order to make her feel PHAT instead.  I'm not huge by any means, but my bump has caused me to rethink my wardrobe.   So, today I'm business on the top, party on the bottom.  This is the best thing about week 14.

Is she fat or pregnant?

Don't lie, you know you've played that game.  Well, I feel that I am now at the butt of that game.  I've hit the awkward phase.  "Wow, Linsey has gained a little weight... or is she pregnant?"   Today, secretary says "you're getting a belly, I can see it."  Yeah, I know.  Thanks for pointing it out (jerk).  Some people even have the audacity to say "I knew you were pregnant, you looked like you had gained a little weight."  First of all, I had NOT gained weight at the time I told YOU, sir (jerk).  I know it's only going to get worse the bigger I get.  I've been guilty of it before - I've thought "man that poor girl looks so uncomfortable."  Well, that will be me someday, but you don't have to say it out loud. 

 

So you are thinking that I am overly sensitive.  OF COURSE I AM!  I have raging hormones.  I now take back and apologize for any offensive or insensitive thing I have ever said to a pregnant woman.  I can't think of anything specific right now (probably because I have prego brain), but I'm sure my big mouth has said something.    Don't get me wrong.  I understand how amazing this whole thing is and I am enjoying it.  It's unfathomable that I can grow a human.  I am very blessed.  I also know I am beautiful.  I'm freaking awesome and so is my husband.  I'm just annoyed by other people and their comments.  Keep it to yourself.   Didn't your mother ever teach you that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all?  Weight comments = not nice. 

For Real

Well, it's a baby! It has arms and legs (long legs I might add), fingers and toes and a head and everything!  These ultrasound photos do not do our baby's photogenicness (is that a word?) justice.  But, it feels real now.  I'm not sure we are going to find out it's gender.  And I don't want to keep calling it "it" so we're calling the baby B-Dub (baby w "dub", get it?).   This first photo of Bdub was taken on June 20, 2013 (Bdub was the size of a grape). Travis and I heard Bdub's heartbeat and actually saw it beating! I can't tell you how crazy that was!  Bdub seems to be just fine, I guess.  I catch myself wondering if the baby is ok in there, but then I think...I can't start this now, not yet... I'm going to be worrying about Bdub for the REST of my life.  So, I resort to prayer.  Everything will work out just how God has planned.