I’ve reached that belly-rubbing phase of pregnancy.
You know. When a woman wanders around the grocery store with on hand on her abdomen for no apparent reason, or periodically start rubbing her gut mid-conversation? That’s me. I can’t help it.
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With all the wiggling he/she is doing lately, Cletus the Fetus has definitely got my attention. I love all the little flutters and kicks, but I’m afraid they’re making me a bit belly obsessed. And that can get awkward.
On the other hand, I think I’m finally rounding out enough to look more “full of baby” and less “full of burrito,” which makes me feel less self-conscious when I wear fitted clothes. I’d so much rather look pregnant while feeling pregnant than be all flat-bellied and have people wonder why I can’t stop feeling my abs.
Although if I had abs worth feeling, I might not stop touching them either. And that would be even more awkward for everyone. It really is much better this way.
shirt: Old Navy / sweater: Banana Republic / jeans: GAP / shoes: Famous Footwear / necklace: Target / pity I’m not wearing something from Athleta and Piperlime, because I could’ve hit all of the GAP conglomerate’s brands in one fell swoop: alas
AWWW. you look so pretty. baby and all. and no I dont just love you for your babies. 🙂