I’m at 21 weeks today. Or rather, we are: baby, Steve, me. This is where we are.
A lot has changed. Baby is the size of a pomegranate and:
1. I wear maternity SPANX just about every day. I’d never worn SPANX before and I have to admit: ladies, I get it. These things are magical. They feel less so when my husband walks in on me getting ready in the morning and I have something that looks like normal nylons up to my boobs but nonetheless…
2. Related to #1: I look nice when I go to work. I work for a private equity firm. It’s conservative, it’s corporate, it’s finance. Historically, business casual has been my go-to but the reality is this: I can’t just throw on a pair of black slacks and a sweater anymore. There is infrastructure. There is containment. Getting myself back together after a pop to the ladies room is no longer speedy.
Thanks to a co-worker recommending MM. LaFleur and their maternity-friendly (NOT maternity) options, I now look put together. I have pieces, layers. There is not a bit of polka dot or pink in my wardrobe (kudos to women who can wear those pieces and still feel attractive, I cannot). I look like a classy lady in teals, blues, olive greens, cardigans and blazers. I also purchased two pregnancy dresses from Isabella Oliver which are divine, like pajamas in dress form, but they are definitely more “hey, everybody come look at my bump!” attire. They’re the sorts of dresses that might inspire someone to give up their seat on the subway.
I used to throw a pair of skinny jeans in my massive everyday bag and change from “dayjob clothes” to “play clothes” after work en route to an open mic or show. No more. I am totally comfortable wearing a dress and a pair of heels out in the world because I look nice.
3. My belly button. Oh, my sweet, perfect, innie belly button. It has slowly been sealing shut over the last few weeks. My sister, mother of two, said “It will probably never look the same.”
“Sister, were you that attached to your belly button?”
“Well, I was a FAN.”
4. My breasts. What up, DDs? I know they’re temporary. I know, after breastfeeding, they will not have their pre-pregnancy glory. I’m sad about that but in the meantime, I can turn off a light switch with a tit. That’s new.
5. My husband. Steve is wonderful. He has always been wonderful. Throughout our relationship, he has been nurturing, kind and giving. He has a let-me-take-care-of-you quality that I’ve always loved. Take all of that wonderfulness and increase it exponentially. He makes me breakfast. He packs my snacks. He drops off my dry cleaning. Yes, I am growing a person inside of me but his selfless contribution (well, not totally selfless. Happy wife, happy life and all.) to me, our relationship and our family is not to be discounted.
6. She moves. If I spoon Steve, he can feel her kicking his back. Apparently, my placenta (Whatever that is! Am I right, folks?) is in the back, so I can feel everything. It used to feel like little bubbles popping. Now the world’s smallest Rockette is rehearsing in there. Related: why did I have to gain ten pounds for her to gain one? Just saying.
I continue to live in fear of the third trimester and I don’t feel great. Stuffed up nose, swollen left ankle, falling asleep at 8:30pm only to wake up at 4:30am, and all sorts of not-so-fun things but at the moment, life is truly good.