The Afterbaby Pile

The first part of my second trimester has been infinitely more kind to me than the first - though I have not, as yet, replaced the sacrificial bag. Still not trusting this body completely yet, I guess. But things are good, I'm gaining a bit more energy each day, and we've been hiking with Mooshy along the beach on weekends (yes, there are such things in Arizona believe it or not...). I've also started to really gain some weight, which is fine with me - it's all part of the deal. But I'm running out of things to wear.

Even before we knew we were pregnant I invested all of my shopping spree fund into clothes that were purposefully one size too big. My carefully selected size medium Abercrombie whatnots, which I was literally swimming in a few weeks ago, now *fit* and any hope I had of wearing the collection of skirts, dresses, and low rise jeans I'd harbored in my closet in a kind of "Well...maybe..." plea with a most unaccomodating universe are now completely unrealistic. Skirts that sank oh-so-low down onto my hipbones now don't even make it past my thighs on the way up. Zippers won't zip. Waistbands get...stuck...before making the intended destination.

I eye a pair of ridiculously skinny white jeans, previously worshipped 27/34s, and marvel that these were ever an option. They get folded up with all the lovely things I am now too big to wear and boxed away for after the baby when I will miraculously melt back down to a Tori Spelling frame...one can only hope, and she was pretty hefty with her baby...gives me something to aim for.

Anyway, for now, *those* clothes are hidden away so I can forget about all that and focus on this darling, gorgeous growing bump that really does look something like a swallowed basketball (atop admittedly rounder hips). And all of a sudden I LOVE being pregnant. Eespecially now that my body has transitioned to clearly pregnant as opposed to maybe-just-getting-chunky. Especially now that we've heard the basketball's hearbeat and seen a beautiful little greyscale image of him/her floating around in there - tiny little ribs, toes, the sweetest little head, and a perfectly formed miniature heart...