So It Begins…

At just over 5 months along, it has begun. The comments. “Boy! You’re sure filling out, aren’t you?”

AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I could stop there and every woman who has been pregnant understands. But I’m in a poor enough mood today to rant. Do people not think I own or ever walk by a mirror? Do they think I haven’t forked out good money for ugly clothes that I’d never wear otherwise? Do they seriously think I don’t feel every muscular fiber in my midsection shredding? My joints popping out of place? My skin stretching so thin you can see right through it?

“It’s a girl. It’s a girl.”

I know I’m going to get this ALL the time since I’m not finding out the sex of our baby beforehand. But why do old ladies think they know so much? Just because you have grandkids doesn’t make you able to see right through my uterus and determine if my baby is a boy or a girl. It doesn’t matter if I’m carrying high, low, to the left side, or backwards. There’s a 50% chance either way, ladies!

And why do people think that my pregnancy is the ONLY thing I ever want to talk about? Political preferences? Personal finances? Deep, dark family secrets? Bring it on. This is my third time around and my expectancy isn’t nearly as exciting for me to talk about as you might think (although I guess I’m talking about it right now…).

I know I’m small. I know I carry straight out. I know I’m going to be humungous beyond belief. I can’t even walk halfway down the mall without cramping up and getting so sore I can’t go on. I’m stinkin’ hot all the time and what makes it worse is that there are no maternity clothes that fit me. Apparently, no one who is XS has EVER been pregnant in the history of mankind. I have to wear a camisole underneath everything just to keep covered up. So that’s 4, count them, FOUR layers I have to wear throughout this wicked summer.

And just think, it’s going to get soooooooo much worse before it’s over. Good luck to you all.

6 Comments

  1. Hey Julie! Came across your blog today 🙂 I guess I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks… but I guess the question is why do people feel like they need to comment? just know that there are people out their that feel your pain! I am not skinny like you are… but comments come to all pregnant women… and if anyone knew anything they wouldn't be saying a word to us! We are very hormonal and very aware of what we look like.

  2. GO to the pool every day, (or pretend to), or just be ready to go to the pool, even if it's just for a minute, so that you can wear a skimpy halter dress with nothing under it ALL summer.

    I know it's bad- but with Audrey I hadn't been thru the temple yet- and that pregnant summer…..was the BEST.

    I can't wait to see your HUGE tummy!

  3. OH JULIE! I am so sorry! I remember venting on my blog when I was pregnant with Ryann about how rude people can be. Why do they feel the need to say anything. You are VERY aware that you are pregnant, you dont need to be reminded. I dont know if it will help, but I think you are a sexy pregnant woman. WORK IT GIRL! Keep your head up. Let me know if you need ANYTHING! Maybe some cookies? 🙂

  4. The comment I always hated at the end was people asking if I was expecting twins. Hated that one. I found the best deals on maternity shirts online at Downeast. I actually still wear them because they're long and you really can't tell that they're maternity.

  5. I am sorry. I feel for you. My personal favorite was when people would reach out and touch my stomach and THEN ask if I minded if they touched me. I don't know why people think that its okay to touch people you don't even know on the stomach just cause they're pregnant. Hopefully you start feeling better soon. If you need a break I will be happy to watch the kids for you this summer anytime.

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