Graduating

To the slightly more annoying stages of pregnancy.

I flew to NYC this weekend to visit my cousin and her family, and as I sit in Charlotte waiting to board my flight home, I have to stop and acknowledge the first day when being pregnant has been less than 100% magical.

First, Bun is getting STRONG. Ever see that SNL sketch with Amy Poehler as Caitlyn when she gets drums? She gives a super high celebratory kick and yells "BOOM" at the top of her lungs (wish I could find a gif). I swear Bun is doing that in there. Perhaps she isn't a fan of air travel, but she wouldn't let me doze off for too long. She's also gotten a case or two of the hiccups, one of which woke me up the other morning, if only because my arm was draped over my stomach. Way to grow, little one, but please be gentle on your Mom!

Next, I have graduated to the stage where a stranger has now touched my belly without asking. Before this I always thought, who would touch a stranger's belly? Isn't that weird and presumptuous? Well in this case, the answer to that was a young, skinny cashier at The Body Shop who also felt it necessary to tell me she thought I was farther along than 5 months, and that because I am as big as I am, "you're gonna get FAT."  Nice. Thanks.

For now those are the only inconveniences and I'm thankful that the list ends there, but I'm holding my breath about the later stages.  Let's pray for boundaries and decorum!