Maternity wear

Alright, long ago I fell for the seduction of the adjustable elastic-waist jeans. But because of how these things go, I haven't had the need to purchase new maternity tops to go with those pants...until now.

It is official. I'm "showing." And it is the strangest thing in the world.

I have spent roughly 26 years of my life learning how to dress in ways that draw your attention to my face, my eyes, or even my feet frankly, anywhere but my stomach. And now, I own clothing that is designed to frame and showcase my growing "baby bump."

People see me in stores or at work lately and look me in the eyes and then look at my tummy. Weird. I'm fairly certain that I don't like it...however, there isn't much I can do about it. And I do the same damn thing!

I see a pregnant woman and stare at her stomach and wonder how far along she is, how uncomfortable she is, am I going to have to get that big????

And I'm bracing myself for the first time someone rubs my belly. This is NOT normal behavior, people. But I am assured it will happen. I hope I don't spit on the offender or strike out in an involuntary reflex.

And yet again, I am a culprit of the same inappropriate touching myself. For those previously pregnant friends and relations I have accosted, I am truly sorry. I didn't understand how creepy it was. I know, it seems like that belly is actually the baby and not really part of your anatomy. And yet, I don't go around touching babies I don't know either. It's just a weird thing.

Things continue to progress and we're enjoying one last Christmas season with just Joe and I and the dogs, with very little stress. We're excited about next year, but also reveling in our couplehood this year. Nauseatingly happy.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, full of much love, friendship and laughter!