I think it has finally become fairly obvious, even to those who weren’t already in the know, that I’m pregnant. Part of this is because I’ve had to succumb to wearing maternity shirts which are somewhat designed to accent your stomach. I bought maternity running pants a few weeks ago but I’m still wearing my regular running shirts/jackets, except now it’s getting harder and harder to zip my jacket. And while I was running yesterday, I caught site of my reflection in a storefront and realized that I have a noticeable stomach. I suppose a stranger might just think I was very oddly shaped, but they would have to be pretty clueless. You can even kind of tell through my regular winter coat, which is also becoming slightly difficult to fit into. I think all of this is good because I go on my first fellowship interview next week and there is no way I’m going to spend $200 to buy a maternity suit to wear so I want it to be very obvious that the reason I’m not in a suit is because I’m pregnant. Plus, I suppose if they deny me a spot because I’m not wearing a suit then that’s probably not a place I want to go anyway…
Of course, the human mind being what it is, now that I actually look pregnant, I’m starting to wish I was my old shape again. It’s very odd not having much of a waist. And, somewhat ironically, being pregnant makes me feel very unfeminine. I can’t even imagine how I’ll be able to get back to my old shape again (especially given how much bigger I’m going to get) but I have lots of friends who’ve had kids and now look great so I suppose it’s possible.
I start elective in a few days, and I’m planning on spending it (mostly) getting ready for the baby. This means we need to talk with our contractor about when/how to start demolishing part of our kitchen to install a washer/dryer. We’ll need to move our fridge out of the pantry (along with everything else), take down part of a wall and then install the washer/dryer and then put the fridge back. Ack. And we need to get rid of Eddie’s computer and his desk and our armoir to make room for a crib and a changing table. In addition to all the work this will involve, I can’t even begin to figure out where we’re going to put a) all the stuff we currently have, and b) all the stuff we’re going to have to get for the baby. I think we’ll be throwing a lot of stuff out or donating it. We also need to figure out what crib we’re going to get and finish doing our registry. And we need to make a final decision about childcare. Phew, wish us luck!






