|Mommy and Max at 22 weeks.|
In the past few weeks my bump has really become noticeable. Most people say that my bump is still on the small side, but yesterday, I encountered a woman who did not make me feel to good about my growing body. I was at the mall in the Motherhood Maternity store and the associate came over to help me find my size in a basic ribbed tank top. I told her what size I was pre-pregnancy which I have heard is what size you should get in maternity clothes. She told me that looking at me, I probably needed to go a size bigger. I thought to myself that the top looked big, but then reasoned that she was the expert, so I went to try on the top. It was too big. I went back to the pile of tanks, got a size smaller and went to check out. The associate looked at the size of the shirt and then me and shook her head and said, "You realize you got a size or two too small right?" I told her that after trying on the tops, I was happy with the size that I selected. She then told me about how she had friends "wayyyy tinier" than me and they didn't fit into this size. I looked at her in somewhat disbelief and and told her that this was the size I would like to purchase. She rolled her eyes and rang up my purchase. I left the store not feeling too good!
In positive news, I learned how to knit some really cute baby booties!!! I will post pictures once I get the ribbon I need to finish the look! If I can stay motivated on this project, there will be baby booties for everyone! :)
One more story before I end my post. This week our good friends Liz and Drew welcomed their daughter Madilynn Grace to the world! What a cutie she is! MaryBeth and I went to visit the new parents and perfect little baby in the hospital. I was eager to see Madilynn, but also had some alterer motives. With only about 17 weeks to go, I wanted to see how the new mother was holding up. I needed to know if someone could actually recover from the act of giving birth to a child. Liz looked great! She was smiling, sitting up, talking, laughing, it was great to see she was still the same Liz! MaryBeth (who has 8 less weeks than I do before giving birth) and I talked about Liz on the way out and were both very encouraged at how the whole birthing process worked out for her. We seriously had just come to the conclusion that it must not be that bad, when, wouldn't you know it, a very pregnant woman and her husband walked past us to go into the hospital and she was screaming in agony from what I can only assume were her contractions. She looked miserable! MaryBeth and I just looked at each other and then back at the woman. MaryBeth told me to look away, but it was like a train wreck, I just couldn't stop looking!
I guess I will find out in 17 weeks if it is really that bad...