Do you know me in real life? Like, have we met and you've seen my pregnant self? I feel huge. I'm certainly as big as I was at week forty of my prior pregnancy. I hate it, but it has made me feel better about my baby because I sometimes think my body gave N asthma by not allowing him to grow as large as he needed to be at birth.
So, today, at the ob-gyn visit, the doctor measured my tummy and made a "hmm" sound and I asked her if I was getting too large or if I was on track. She paused for a moment and said, "You're a centimeter smaller than our chart suggests you should be, but no need to worry. It's only if you're two centimeters off that we begin to look into problems." Body, what is wrong with you? Do not make me go through more stress tests and ultrasounds than I'm already going through!
I got home to get N back from my mom, who said, "In the last two weeks, you've really gotten large." Then, when I told her that the clothes her friend had given me would only really last for a few months, and not into summer, she flipped out on me. "Well, why did you buy so much clothing in the 0-3 month size then?!" I had to pause and look at her before answering in a disbelieving voice, "I bought one dress and one skirt in that size and the combined cost for them was about seven dollars. They were literally the only baby girl clothing I had in my house prior to receiving this gift." She frowned at me like I was wasting my money all over the place and went back to complaining about the clothing I picked. The weird part? I wasn't even lying to her. As desperate as I've been to get baby girl clothing, I've also been pretty good. I think I've spent twelve dollars total on things specifically designed for this baby so far. I wonder what goes through my mom's head and if she imagines me buying a lot of clothing and makes it into her own personal reality.