Fat and Happy

Pregnant women are frequently asked "How are you feeling?" It doesn't bother me. It's polite. I did it, too. But my common response lately is simply "Fat and happy." Both are true. I'm gaining weight . . . at quite a rapid pace. I make excuses; I'm hungry all the time, my back hurts and I want to put my feet up after work, I don't sleep well so I don't get up early, I sit at a desk all day so I'm not active. But the truth is, I don't really care. Sure I would love to be like my friend who gained little, had a healthy baby, and was back to her regular clothes in 5 days, but truthfully, I don't want to work that hard. I like being pregnant. I like eating. And whatever, most pregnant women gain weight. I may regret it after Baby comes and I have to stay in maternity clothes for longer than I wanted. I'm already kinda wishing I had slowed down only because my work clothes are pretty snug. But oh well. Mostly content. Loving feeling Baby move around. Watching my belly grow and move of its own accord. Fatter than 6 months ago and very happy.

Here is belly at 24 weeks. Belly button is out and spreading.