There's a lot of random stuff that goes through a pregnant woman's mind...at least my pregnant mind.
One of them is how odd it is to feel like I'm "not that pregnant" most of the time. Then, I try to bend over to pick something up from the floor, and I don't bend where I used to -- in fact there's outright resistance from the middle where the baby says "HEY, DON'T DO THAT! I'M IN HERE!"
I don't feel that big most of the time, then I catch a glimpse in a reflection, or try on a pair of pants I haven't worn in over a week, and I realize yes -- I'm growing -- and fast.
My waist has swelled, disappeared and grown at least 8 inches (I didn't measure before I got PG, but I'm assuming a certain number)...tonight as I put on my favorite shorts with the elastic to hold it together, I found even that gimmick doesn't work. They're just plain too tight to wear and close at all. Goodbye, my last pair of non-maternity pants. They're a thing of the past until after I'm a Mom.
Yes, at 17 weeks, I'm "popping out all over" just like the book says I will.
Here comes Bruiser!