It’s official. I’m pregnant and everyone can tell. I’ve begun to notice other people doing to me what I used to do to cute pregnant ladies when I saw them walk by. You just can’t help but look at their bump. I was always partly in awe of just how unnaturally round and protruding the bump was, especially on petite women, and also in awe that there was a little child in there.
- The other day on the T someone gave up their seat for me. I must have looked particularly tired standing (which I was), and I was more than happy to take him up on the offer. I smiled the whole way home. He could tell!
- This morning on my walk to work I noticed two people stealing a glance at my round belly as we passed each other. In the last few weeks it’s gotten to the point where my jackets don’t button over my middle, so I only button the top button. It exaggerates my bump a little, but I don’t mind a bit! THEY were watching MY bump!
- While riding the train home from Wilmington on Tuesday, a mom struggling with two young kids and a stroller smiled knowingly at me. I’ve joined the club!
Best of all, though, is at the gym. I’ve always admired those pregnant ladies showing off their bump and healthy pregnancy glow on the stairmaster, and now I’m one of them! I feel like a rock star jogging on the treadmill, proudly sticking my bump out.
In short, I love my bump.