Summer lovin…
I’m glad I wont be pregnant in the dead of summer. The “oh my God, it’s so hot I cant breath” of summer, the “I know its a decorative pond…I don’t care I’m diving in anyway” of summer. I should be done before it gets REALLY nasty out.
Many women I know have said they’d rather die than be pregnant in summer, even in early summer like I will be. It’s the bugs, the hot car, the mugginess, the inability to escape the heat for long enough. That’s a lie. I know what the worst part about being pregnant during the summer months is… and it has less to do with the heat and more to do with the dressing room.
Many woman may disagree with me, they are of course those “skinny pregnant” women. The ones that seem to only grow a belly, and its cute and round and super sweet looking. I on occasion see these women and wonder what they looked like before if this is all pregnancy has done to them, I imagine damn near invisibly thin women, but maybe they are just lucky. Maybe they just ate really healthy and continued jogging. Who knows. I’m not one of them. I am ROUND. Round with a capital R…but I digress.
The last couple months of my pregnancy may put me in the position where I need one more piece of preggo clothing. This is the worst part of a summer pregnancy, looking for a maternity bathing suit. As if finding a bathing suit when you aren’t carry an extra person and all of the cushion that goes with it isn’t bad enough. No you have to go and find something that you can float around like a whale in and try it on. The bathing suits themselves aren’t that bad, it’s the full length mirrors on both sides that do it. Stripping down and seeing the front and back in bad light and tight quarters is enough to make anyone say “thats it…it’s one baby for me then let me recover at the plastic surgeons office”.
Now I was no skinny chicken before but I’m pretty sure my thighs weren’t that lumpy, my stomach didn’t span that far, my butt wasn’t that padded, and my hips…no way…no possible way they were that wide. I attribute some to the baby yes. I’m honest though, I know I’ve had little exercise motivation and a love for carbohydrates. I fear a bit for what I look like once the cute round part goes away. Back to watching what I eat like a hawk and walking…walking a lot…and yoga…and pilates…
I did get this sweet rack though…I’m hoping I get to keep that for at least awhile …

So you are not a straw with a tennis ball stuck in the middle. You are “fecund” my little word collector. Love ya.
Funny you say that as I was told that I look like a ripe fruit just the other day