Who's cute?
A weird phenomenon has been happening to me at work – people just keep coming up to me to tell me how big and cute I’ve gotten.
I keep hearing that I “popped” all of a sudden, but I feel like I popped a long time ago. Maybe it’s just because I look at the belly a whole lot more than anyone else.
The “big” comment is alright, because I feel like I’m right where I should be in terms of belly size. At least the doctors say I’m doing great. I figure they’d tell me if I got too big.
The “cute” one is a little odd, though. I do NOT feel cute. Yesterday I forgot my mascara, and itched my eyes most of the day, ridding them of what little make-up I managed to put on. I also went without lipstick since a few lip blisters came back this week. (It’s definitely stress, work is getting crazier and crazier as I get bigger and bigger.) And my shirt had roast beef juice on it! (I’m also getting really, really clumsy.)
As you can imagine, I was anything BUT cute.
This means one of two things:
1. I looked so scary that lots of people who usually don’t talk to me felt the need to lift my spirits.
2. They were only looking at my round belly, which is pretty cute. It’s obvious to me that Little Elvis is going to be a very handsome boy—just like his father.
I do think people really aren’t noticing me anymore. It’s definitely all about the belly now. And I assume once he’s born, it will be all about the baby. Why look at a boring woman when there’s a round belly or a sweet baby?
Any of you gotten cute comments on decidedly uncute days?
I keep hearing that I “popped” all of a sudden, but I feel like I popped a long time ago. Maybe it’s just because I look at the belly a whole lot more than anyone else.
The “big” comment is alright, because I feel like I’m right where I should be in terms of belly size. At least the doctors say I’m doing great. I figure they’d tell me if I got too big.
The “cute” one is a little odd, though. I do NOT feel cute. Yesterday I forgot my mascara, and itched my eyes most of the day, ridding them of what little make-up I managed to put on. I also went without lipstick since a few lip blisters came back this week. (It’s definitely stress, work is getting crazier and crazier as I get bigger and bigger.) And my shirt had roast beef juice on it! (I’m also getting really, really clumsy.)
As you can imagine, I was anything BUT cute.
This means one of two things:
1. I looked so scary that lots of people who usually don’t talk to me felt the need to lift my spirits.
2. They were only looking at my round belly, which is pretty cute. It’s obvious to me that Little Elvis is going to be a very handsome boy—just like his father.
I do think people really aren’t noticing me anymore. It’s definitely all about the belly now. And I assume once he’s born, it will be all about the baby. Why look at a boring woman when there’s a round belly or a sweet baby?
Any of you gotten cute comments on decidedly uncute days?
posted by Pregnantly Plump at 9:11 PM
2 Comments:
i just wanted to share that it saddens me that you always ask pertinent questions to those who have been here before, and you usually get no reply.
i wish i could comment, but i haven't been in your position yet.
i'm finding your blog pretty interesting, but without comments, there's only 1/2 of your story.
best wishes for the holiday season and your upcoming days of pregnancy.
ps you never posted how the rhogam thing went.
I'm hoping that as I learn more about blogging, the blog will become more popular. Then, hopefully more experienced moms will be able to share their knowledge. Thank you for reading, though. And the RhoGAM went well, but I will do an update post about it. It honestly slipped my mind... that pregnancy brain stuff.
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