Welcome to the Third Trimester

So it’s pretty obvious that I’m pregnant. Even in my fluffy down “sleeping bag” of a coat you can tell. Either that or, as Denver says, “It looks like your trying to steal something from (fill in the blank for wherever we are at the moment).”

It’s a study in psychology- the “showing” of the belly. For the longest time you feel like nothing special is happening because there are no physical signs. But you want so badly to look pregnant because no one can tell that something very special is happening and you want everyone to know, kind of. Then suddenly you pop a bit but you just look fat. I mean, it just looks like you over indulged on beer and pizza, so you’re excited that there is proof but no one would dare say anything to you about that new edition in your gut. But then all of the sudden it’s like “BAM” you’re full blown pregnant. And then you just can’t believe it. Denver took this picture last night and I had him take like 5 shots because every time I checked the screen I just couldn’t believe that I was really that big. And you’re kind of oblivious to the whole thing. I had no idea how far my belly was sticking out. I need to spend more time in front of a mirror I guess.