It's a relief finally reaching five months because I feel like a bonafide pregnant woman. And though many keep saying 'you don't look pregnant' or 'you look far too small to be five months pregnant' or 'you're glowing' I know they're all breathing sighs of relief because they've been wondering how four months into the year I still have not managed (but rather gained) excess holiday bulge. So far only one woman, a stranger, has come up to me and asked if I was pregnant because I was glowing! It means so much more when it comes unsolicited and not from a well-meaning family member or friend with nothing better to say.
Ag! I know I sound grumpy. It's because I am. The other day I almost wept when I fit into my fat jeans (the ones I only wear when I feel thin and am trying to do the whole I'm wearing my boyfriend's big jeans). My boyfriend (read:husband) is not even big! Anyway, they are the only pair that actually zip up. But even they, after a long hot afternoon started making me feel ill. At first I couldn't work out why I was feeling off only to click: my tummy was being squeezed and it was damn uncomfortable! So I undid the top botton, unzipped and exhaled and resolved not to wear them again until after the birth.
Another moan: I think I'm genetically prone to stretch marks (having already sported a railway network for years on my breasts and thighs). I've been using Bio Oil like a demon-obssessed but alas, they don't seem to be fading (and I'm sure more will be sprouting). And my skin (breasts and thighs and neck) have already taken on a darker, spotted hue. I hope it's not another pregnancy myth that my skin will revert to normal afterwards.
So with a deep sigh, I end this blog entry wondering what else is in store for me. Still though, I can't wait to meet my baby girl and make this misery worth it! And boy is she kicking! Sometimes, she even wakes me up at night! Maybe daddy is going to get his sportsfan after all!