Update From the Baby Barn

So I guess my April post was a fake out. Maybe I’m back now? It’s unclear. This pregnancy has kicked, and continues to kick, my butt.

My first pregnancy was magical. My little baby bump grew gradually. I continued to work full time and felt great until the very end of the third trimester. I made exercise a priority. I wore cute little maternity shorts and dresses.

This time around, my belly expanded quickly and violently, and I have looked VERY pregnant for months. (When people have asked how much longer and I’ve answered “two months” or “three months,” the common response has been for them to look at my belly and say, “WHOA.” It’s very flattering.) I get home after working a few hours, strip off all my clothes, and get in bed. I have tried going to Pilates a few times, but usually end up laying on the machine, fielding questions from the concerned instructor about whether I’m okay. My daughter asks me why I pick her up from preschool in my pajamas.

When people ask me how I’m doing, I say, “I have a healthy baby, so I can’t complain.” And then I complain.