It’s easier to stay fit. Every time you drop something, you do squats, because you can’t bend over anymore.
A tummy this large is bound to make your butt look smaller by comparison, right? At least that’s the theory I choose to believe.
You get to see the triumphant look on your husband’s face when he parks the car in the only open space in the whole parking lot: the slot reserved for “expectant and new mothers.”
You get to browse adorable baby clothes (although my husband has actually taken my hand and pulled me away from the baby rack at T.J. Max—for some reason, he seems to have an odd lack of compulsion to look at tiny floral bodysuits and bibs with elephants on them).
Everyone is sympathetic with you if you have to run to the restroom with alarming frequency (I even asked a lady who was ahead of me in line at the grocery store to watch my cart while I was gone, and she was very nice about it).
All kind of random strangers tell you, “You look great!” On second thought, maybe that’s a little disconcerting (do I look so bad that they think they need to cheer me up?).
At my most recent prenatal appointment, they said quite firmly that I should stop thinking of the birth as something faaaaaaaaaaar away and make sure I’m actually ready. Obediently, we installed the car seat and set up the bassinet part of the Pack N Play. Little Mussmann is coming soon!
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