On a more upbeat tone, after yesterday's soul-searching, I thought I'd give you some images to entertain you.
I, unlike Julie and her dainty tummy, have been wearing maternity clothes for weeks and weeks now (sadly, since nine weeks - truly). And it's not just because their slightly more comfy. It's because my regular clothes are absolutely not an option anymore.
I've read that they call this the "Warming Effect", whereby you begin to show sooner and experience things sooner (i.e. fetal movement) than the first time around. Apparently, after making it to six months with my first, and then a good way through the first trimester with the second two, my uterus has not only been remodeled - it's been converted into a four-bedroom house in the suburbs!
I can only imagine the horror that will ensue as my short torso (tiny, really) is taken over by this uber-baby (that's what I'm hoping for anyway, one giant healthy baby). My lovely tatoo will stretch into a sad parody of a rubber chicken slingshotting its way across my belly. My belly will lose all sense of humor at some point and crack open in a horrifying series of stretchmarks that run in all directions (including right through the tatoo), conveniently providing a checkers table for bored passers by.
But the best part is that this spacious belly of mine is harboring this lovely creature:
With legs like that (obviously inherited from me) there's no end to where this kid will go! So I'm giving it a break on the rent for the next six months - and throwing in the pool for free!
