As I imagine most pregnant women feel at this point, I feel, as Alanis would say, "so unsexy." It doesn't help that family members have been commenting recently about how my body type is a blessing. "Good thing you've got a sturdy build to carry two" or "Imagine if so-and-so had your belly. With her petite frame, she wouldn't be able to get around! Good thing you can!"
It makes me feel like a matronly pioneer with good birthing hips, or maybe like the oxen that pulled the carts. It's challenging my self image. Yesterday I just had to go buy some cute clothes that cover all the extenuated belly in front of me and make me feel like a twenty-four-year-old girl instead of that non-petite, healthy ox woman.
So I bought this skirt, with this t-shirt in lemon yellow, and a cute hippy shirt too. It was the first shopping spree I've had since I've been married that I felt zero guilt about. It had to be done.
Tomorrow I have an ultrasound, and that always makes me soar. Graduation on Friday too. But for now, 33 exams are staring at me in the face and saying "FINISH BY TOMORROW."
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