Cute Again

I've apparently moved into another "cute" phase. Last time I ranted about being cute, none of my clothes fit and my awkward body wasn't too cute to anyone but people who felt the need to comment on something, whether it be good or bad. Now I'm exclusively in maternity clothes, and again getting daily cute comments. Every morning when I walk through the staff lounge, one of the teachers tells me how "cute" I'm getting. "You're looking so cute these days." "You sure are getting cute." "Isn't Meghan just getting so cute?" Gag.

To their credit and also to mine, this time there's actually a somewhat developed human being in there. However, this time I know they mean fat. Two comments have convinced me of this fact. One made by a family member who said, "Meghan, it sure is good to see you fat!" Thanks.

The other comment sealed the deal when a first grader asked me, "Why is your tummy so fat?" It was the most adorable and endearing question ever, but leave it to a 6 year old to tell the honest truth. Of course I told him that there was a baby in my tummy, but I'm not sure he really understood, because it didn't look like that was quite a legitimate enough reason for my tummy to be the size that it is. He's not convinced.

The worst part about it is no longer the clothes-as I said before, they mostly all fit now because of their maternity nature. But now it's the weird spacial reasoning flaws that result. My balance is a little off kilter, and I just do not fit through spaces that I used to. I used to be able to quite handily suck in my gut to get through tight areas. I could really make myself skinny, boy. It was very rare that I would have to brush against someone in order to slip behind them. Now though, we've got an entirely different ballgame, folks. I find myself profusely apologizing whenever I accidentally bump into someone with my belly. It's never my shoulder or hip, it's always the basketball hiding under my shirt. How embarrassing! So far it's been mostly people that I know and I'm also starting to get a better awareness of my circumference, but it's just been a weird, weird experience. People are very understanding and I make a joke out of how big I hadn't realized that I've gotten, but still. You know how I am about my bubble.

The best part is I've still got 11 weeks left! Ha! Relatively speaking, I'm really not that big yet. But hey-another note of interest-I switched doctors last week so at least now I don't have to hear Dr. Pound a Week state the obvious about my supposedly excessive weight gain. I'll post some recent pictures soon so you can see how cute I am.