(No this is not my baby bump)
By the time you read this, I’ll have hit the official halfway mark… 20 weeks or 5 months depending on how you prefer to count it. Regardless of my stomach bulging out a bit, I have to remind myself that it’s not a “burger bump” of overindulgence from lunch. Now there’s no denying that I’m pregnant, although I’ve yet to say it out loud without feeling a twinge of embarrassment.
I think what’s made it easier to laugh about is the look on people’s faces when I tell them how far along I am. I don’t know if they’re expecting a beachball or something but the confusion is priceless. I’m sure the beachball phase will come soon.
Side note: “Please God don’t make me look like Kim K.” . *crosses fingers*
Fruit and veg?
I don’t think I have ever been so confused about the sizes of fruit and veg in my entire life. Almost every single pregnancy app or site, refers to size of your baby to a fruit or a vegetable.
Seriously?! Have they ever seen the size of fruit and vegetables at our supermarkets? The sizes are as inconsistent as the rand/dollar exchange. There’s nothing “regular size” about our fresh produce. So telling me that this week that Baby Texi has grown from the size of a mango to a banana is just ridiculous.
Instead, I’d rather pull out a ruler a measure centimetres or tell me a household object like an iPhone. At least it’s easy visualise, than walking through a supermarket looking at the wonderful range of sizes.
It’s driving me b-a-n-a-n-a-s!
Arthur or Martha?
Another thing that is driving me crazy is the sex of Baby Texi. At my last appointment, I actually told my doctor that the baby is being a shithead by not co-operating with us and showing off their goods. Hey, I wasn’t asking for a full splits but come on baby! The joke was on us as the baby refused to comply. Clearly the baby didn’t appreciate the message I received from my sister beforehand, “I hope your baby opens its legs like a slut!”.
We’ll have to wait until week 21 to find out, I could have found out this week but I had to reschedule because of my radio show.
Then picking out clothing will be made easier once we know, although I still have the biggest hatred towards pink (I’ll discuss that another day). Murphy’s Law if it’s a girl, I’ll be trapped in a nightmare of pink everything!
Fashion Bets
Entering my fifth month now, I take bets with myself every time I pull an item of clothing out of my cupboard debating whether the item will fit.
So far skinny jeans still miraculously fit… for how long, I have no clue. Whereas my high-waisted (a size 6 ) skort was my biggest bluff to date, I wanted to see if I could pull it off but the zip closed half-way. So the back of the cupboard it went.
Am I upset about it? Definitely not!
I’m just having fun with my “fashion roulette” before I decide to buy any other clothing. It takes getting used to a growing shape when you still have clothing from your teen years…
In the meantime while my stock pile of clothing diminishes, I thought I’d go try ante-natal classes to see what the fuss is about.
I’ll update you with that soon!
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