April 14th, 27 weeks
In case you and I are acquaintances and find ourselves making small talk in the next 3 months, let me just get this out of the way:
July 16th, and yes it’s our first.
It’s a boy and we have one picked out but we’re not sharing it with the whole world just yet.
Yes, the first trimester was a tough one and I felt sick for most of my waking hours.
Yes, I have been feeling much better lately, thank you.
*This is the part where you either stare at me blankly because there’s nothing left to ask and it gets awkward, or you can begin a long story about your first child and how it would never sleep and was colicky and stubborn but it’s so worth it in the end, it really is because now he’s 8 and plays on a soccer team with two of his friends and it’s so fun to remember those first months, oh, treasure them, I mean really treasure them because you will never have them back and they only last such a short time and…*
Some days I’m pretty sure I’m just a baby belly with legs.
It feels like I’m a one topic reader board and I haven’t held a normal conversation in months because of my almost-protruding belly button. It kind of makes me wonder how on earth people socialized with me before I was knocked up. I mean, what ever else could there be to talk about!?
Then, in the off chance that someone does talk to me about the president’s new dog instead of how my cankles are doing, it inevitably regresses to ‘Do you have a dog? How do you think the dog will respond to the new baby?’. Dang, just when I thought I was more than a talking belly.
That being said, baby is always on my brain too. I probably google at least 4 baby or pregnancy related topics a day – but, it’s MY baby. I can have him on the brain all the time, yet still be a functional, well-rounded (buh-dum-chh) human being. It’s called multi-tasking, and I’ve been perfecting it since instant messengers debuted in middle school. Others, it seems, take more of the “deer in the pregnancy headlights” approach and grapple for something to say about diapers or sleep deprivation or how their wife/sister/mom/aunt was pregnant with twins and had to… blah blah blah.
Ok, maybe I’m being really negative about this.
Maybe I need to be reveling in the fact that I love talking to anyone and everyone, and now I have a 20lb conversation starter with me everywhere I go. I guess it’s just getting me down this week that the only side of myself I’ve been able to share with new people is the rotund one.
That, and the 7th floor bathroom’s soap is way better smelling than ours. ::grumble::
And here I thought the post was going to be about the area just above the belly drawing attention. Actually having something to look at “there” was one of the perks of pregnancy in my book.
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