My belly button is turning inside out. The baby is less antisocial now. Before, I would put my sisters' hands to feel while the little bit rolled and kicked, and the moment anyone (other than myself or Zak) touched me- the baby would lie still. Since then, Leslie and Olivia have felt our baby. Leslie wasn't sure what was happening at first, "What's the baby doing?!? Is that it?" she asked. I told her the baby was trying to attack her, she's lucky my womb is protecting her.
I look like a fertility goddess.
I am (or at least the baby is- oh the both of us are!) growing like kudzu vine. My belly expands visibly in just a few hours.
All summer long I wore size 12 in little girl's. Now I wear size 4 in women's. However, the button on the back of my skirt popped off this evening. So tomorrow- who knows?
109 days til' little Jack or Molly pops out to say hullo.
We're still children I suppose. Children having children, and we both (Zak and I) get disapproving looks by people in public. Poor people who obviously haven't been in love. Poor people who are stuck with ageist biases.
One in particular is a poetry prof. I thought I would take a writing class til' she told me it was "horrible" that I'm married. And when she saw my belly more recently, she looked terribly uncomfortable then walked away.
Classes are such killjoys anyhow.