showing

For someone who hates to be looked at, 'showing' is pretty undesirable. The next thing to work on getting over. But I'm still so uncomfortable with friends and acquaintances staring. I know its just curiosity, and that the attention is all out of affection. They all claim you can't really tell. But I think those who know me just know I would prefer to hear that rather than "wow! you're huge."

And this is nothing. There is still the hugeness of 6 months. 7. 8. 9...Such a treat for a recovering dysmorphic.

I already know I will not have the problem of people touching my stomach. No one would dare.

The further along I get, the less inspired I am to hunt down baby items.  I can't have another discussion about strollers that lasts longer than 5 minutes. I don't care what colors the car seats come in. I can't understand why baby sh*t needs its own fancy word (layette.)

I try to focus instead on the kid. Did he mind that decaf chocolate mint coffee? Does he mind the jogging? Will he like his name? Will he make fun of my music someday?