Today is my doctor's appointment, and I can't believe I'm already 24 weeks pregnant. Time has really flown by. I'll be taking a long lunch for the appointment, and leaving early for yoga, so I think today is going to be nice and easy. That's what I hope at least.
I have to say that I'm getting tired of people commenting on my lack of belly. I keep having people say, "You don't look six months pregnant!" as though it's a compliment, but at this point in my life, it is more of an insult. I assume I don't look as pregnant as I am because I have extra weight all over, and so the belly isn't as prominent. It's not too big of a deal, but I guess I just put it in that category of things that shock me that strangers feel they can say to you. Last week a co-worker actually said, "OH, you're pregnant? How far along?" and while I know that I don't have a big big belly, I wear maternity clothes, and come on, it's not that surprising. There was also the main HR director here, who asked me if my pregnancy was planned when I went to talk to her about maternity leave. Wow.
I guess I shouldn't complain, since one of my co-workers will only talk to me in a baby voice now, and says "Hi Mommy! Feeling OK? Need a nap?" and I just have to pretend that I agree with her that it's cute to talk like that. Another co-worker thinks that it is very funny to always ask me "How are you guys today?" when she's clearly only talking to me. It cracks her up every morning. I am definitely appreciative of her interest, but confused as to how she finds utter hilarity in that comment, and how it holds up every day. I think my favorite is my friend at work who often invites Hosey to lunch, but when I respond, he says "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Hosey. I'm not going if you're going. Just Hosey."
I guess I'm just not the gushy type. I know I'm going to be terrible at baby showers, too, since I won't open everything and then gush gush gush over it. I know my family knows me better, but I do worry about the shower at Justin's work, whenever that happens. They might all think I'm mean and stuck up because I don't get too excited over booties. Oh well, there are worse things.
Well, I'm going to go do a lap around the office. I find that if I sit in my desk too long, Hosey winds up with some well-placed little kicks, kind of like being flicked in the belly, but from the inside. It's a strange sensation, and it definitely stops when I walk around. It's good for me, and helps the swelling in my ankles.
Anyways, I'll put up another post after the doctor's appointment, although I'm sure it will be pretty boring. My favorite part is hearing the heart beat. Maybe I'll get another clue this time as to the sex based on the heartbeat. Or I'll even ask the doctor her opinion...