Every day, pregnancy introduces me to new experiences. They range from significant to trivial to serious to silly. I thought I would post about some of them.
Bra Shopping - Having a substantial rack is something very new to me. I had to say goodbye to my modest sized chest about 8 weeks into my pregnancy. And apparently - they're only going to get bigger. Especially after the baby is born and my milk comes in. Now that I've welcomed a fuller bosom, bra shopping has completely changed. Full coverage, no padding, light lift bras are a whole different animal to me. Finding cute bras has suddenly become a little more difficult than it used to be. Comfort is starting to climb the priority ladder and will soon surpass cute. Thank God for Victoria's Secret or I don't know what I'd do. However, with no telling how big these things are going to get, spending $50+ on a bra that may not fit in 3 months seems silly.
Bending Over - Minds in the gutter aside, I'm being very serious with this one. Bending over has become one of the hardest things to do now that my flat belly has been replaced by a watermelon. Whether it be shaving, putting on my shoes, or picking something up off the floor, everything has become a chore. Never been pregnant? Put a basketball under your shirt and try to reach your feet. It's not easy!
Intense Sense of Smell - I walked into the cafeteria this afternoon and thought to myself, "It smells like mashed potatoes and gravy in here" and sure enough, there were mashed potatoes and gravy on the grill. Bloodhounds can eat their hearts out for real.
Swelling - Every part of your body swells when you're pregnant. Why I went into this thinking I was going to be an exception to the rule is beyond me. My legs, my feet, EVERYTHING is swollen. I think the worst part about it is not being able to wear my wedding rings anymore. I either wear just the band or both rings on a necklace. I can't wait to be able to wear them on my fingers again.
Mama Bear Mentality - My baby girl isn't here yet, but I already have an overwhelming urge to protect her. When random people try to touch my belly, I move away, not so much for me, but for her. The thought of anyone doing anything to hurt her makes me see red. I haven't even met this little girl and I wouldn't hesitate to rip someone's throat out that posed any sort of threat to her. It's a wild feeling.
Every day it's something new! I look forward to what's to come next.
