A few of you commented on the way I look (or "glow", as you've so kindly put it) on the last post. I'll have to admit that the "glow" was probably a combination of my oily skin (courtesy to all the pregnancy hormones) + sweatiness due to Bryson's growing girth (this boy gained 2 pounds this winter!)
This is what I really look like (with carefully applied makeup and a flattering top, no less) at 21 weeks:
Thanks to 18 weeks of constant nausea, I haven't gained much weight till about 3 weeks ago, when my appetite seemed to have crept back overnight, which has caused some worries on the scale since... I'm using that baby gate as a gauge. We'll see how many more weeks it'll be before I can no longer fit even sideways through it. I'm sure it'll be sooner rather than later...
But the one encounter that truly made me feel gynormously pregnant was something that happened at the Berkeley Marina dog park last week...
This little boy of 4 or 5 came running and screaming happily towards me, with his dad following close behind. "I caught the woman!", he excitedly proclaimed once he ran up next to me. Slightly puzzled, I looked at the dad, who explained, rather sheepishly, "Oh, I was trying to motivate my son to run across the park, and you in your bright orange top was the only landmark we can see from afar, so we made you our target..."
Seriously, I need all the help from strangers so I can feel like a whale. Thanks.
Here's the mothership the whale me trying to lure Bryson to pose for a "Say hi to baby in mommy's belly!" photo with a sweet potato treat, which I'm sure you could tell... Next time I'll tuck the treat inside my top for better effect.
