Sunday, June 1, 2008

192 Pounds

Most of this pregnancy been pretty satisfactory in the appearance department: my face hasn’t been as swollen, my ring came off relatively late, and I have a more pronounced belly and less of a pronounced everything-else.

However, this weekend, despite still being able to wear my size medium maternity pants (not a possibility past 30 weeks with Shef), I’ve officially entered the “there’s no way to make this look good” phase.

“I’m a big fat cow,” I told Dan last night, after I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window while we watched our third episode of Friday Night Lights.

“No, you’re a very pretty cow,” he said sweetly.

And then we both tried to talk the new kid into making an appearance. I think he’s ready. Today would be as good a day as any.


Undomestic said...

Constantly checking your blog throughout the day...waiting for the great news!

Ann said...

Me too watching ... especially with ole' board down.

Good luck, wishing you labour vibes and less swollen feet soon.