97 days: Torpedo Belly

Jeff came home from a week long business trip. Actually it wasn't even a full week. He left Monday and came home Friday. So technically we went 3 days without seeing each other. Here's why this is important information:

When I picked Jeff up at the airport, one of the first things he said to me (after kissing me passionately and making me weak in the knees and telling me that he missed me).....sorry I need to focus.

After that, he looked at my belly and said that my belly got bigger while he was away.

This is impossible. There is no way that my belly got that big in 3....

Wait a minute. These jeans were a little looser last week. And come to think of it, this top fit a lot looser last week, too.

Crap, Jeff was right. I got bigger. In 3 days.

Now, before you women get on Jeff's case for saying that I am big, I must tell you that I am okay with him telling me I am bigger. It is the truth. I am carrying his 2nd child in 2 years, and babies are supposed to grow as are the vessels that carry them.

We also have the kind of relationship where we promised to be completely honest with each other always. While this sounds great, it has it's downfalls, like when I ask if my butt looks big in a certain pair of pants. Jeff will be honest, and tell me that yes, it does. The upside is that I, in turn, am allowed to tell Jeff that he can be a real jerk sometimes. See? Honesty is good for every relationship. Most of the times anyways.

Again, sorry, I am going to get back to the topic.

The funny thing is that I didn't gain any weight this week. Not. One. Ounce.

I think this has something to do with the whole no sugar, watch your carbs thing. But I am still looking into it.

Here's the kicker. I didn't get any bigger, but the baby did. My dear friend Heather, who saw me everyday but one last week, commented by the end of the week that the baby seemed to be all out front. Like a torpedo belly (okay I am putting words in her mouth, but it looks like a torpedo to me).

It looks like this child is just squatting in the middle of my belly, he has his cute little feet pressed up against my rib cage, and then he is stretching as far out as he can with his round (and big) head... Like a torpedo...A big, round, slightly uncomfortable for momma, but still cute, torpedo.

Why don't I just show you. Because after all, a picture is worth a thousand words. But we all know that I am going to write a thousand words regardless, so at least there are a few pictures to reward you all for reading to my lengthy post.

Enjoy, you deserve it.