My fetus is getting fat!
And so am I.
The past week has made for rapid changes in my waistline, meaning that I am rapidly losing any semblance of a waistline. It comes with the territory, of course, but American women are so constantly bombarded with skinny perfection everywhere we look (except for the food court at the mall), that it is hard to deal with on a superficial level.
Every time a piece of clothing does not fit, it's one more step away from the life that I used to lead, and one more step into this brand-new, unknown one.
Not to mention that Squirmy McFidgetoes seems to think that I sit down too much, and is letting me know more often.
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