I’ve been feeling pretty darn good about myself this pregnancy, all things considered. It helps matters that pretty much everyone is telling me how much better I look this time around, and how my face no longer looks like an enormous omelet pan that swallowed all of my features.
I’ve been mentally prepared to strut my bloated stuff around LA over the next month, showing off the new overpriced maternity duds, standing tall next to the cute little skinny girls in my office, while crowing to anyone who will listen about how I feel sooooo much better than last time, how it’s soooooo much easier not to overeat when you’re not home and depressed on bedrest, how I’m sooooo happy to have gained sooooo much less weight.
Walkin’ tall. Workin’ that booty.
Last week, just before leaving town, I hit the OB for a little routine sonogram action and some orange soda pop. As I was wiggling back into the jeans, I asked the nurse, “just curious – exactly how much more did I weight at 27 weeks last time around? I’m guessing about 10, 15 more pounds, right?”
Exact. Same. Number.
Which means that everyone I know simply has the God-awful image of third trimester, omelet-faced me painfully seared into their memories. A third trimester omelet-faced me that is now mere weeks away from haunting my bathroom mirror once again.
Pass the Cheetos.
With a side of blue cheese dressing.
Just a note – if you ever have the opportunity to hit a Super Bowl par-tay in el-lay, if you don’t score an invite to Rebecca’s, you don’t know what you’re missing. Roast turkey! A sandbox! Uncle Frank! Toddlers on dueling pianos! She beat me to the photo essay, mainly because I can’t find my damn camera usb cord, but the gratitude is all mine.
Hey, turns out I’ve been nominated for the Share the Love Blog Awards along with quite the roster of impressive bloggers, many of whom I adore myself. So it’s hard to say, hey! Vote for me! But if you did I’d just be tickled. And if not…well, share the love. Vote for someone else. It’s all good.
I was nominated for Best Humor (Mom101 versus Dooce – now there’s a horserace), Best Writing (the overuse of semi-colons fools ’em every time), Blogger You’d Most Like to Meet (come on down! I’m in Marina Del Rey all month!) and Blog You’ll Never Stop Reading (I dare you to say that again this time next year).
The only complaint – I was gunning for Best Site Design. Maybe 2008?