Growing

They say you start showing sooner with your second kid. I'm about three and a half months along, and already two people have actually asked me if I was pregnant. Well, they didn't come right out and ask. One looked surprised when she saw me, then pointed to her stomach and grinned. The other asked me pointedly if I had any NEWS I would like to SHARE. (I suppose I could have told her, "Yes, I just won the town pie-eating contest!")

I hope it's just an earlier start, and it doesn't mean I'm going to get bigger than last time. I am short and have a small frame. With K, six months in I got comments like, "You look like you're about to pop" and "Are you sure you're not having twins?"

One good thing about getting bigger is that I'm out of the awkward in-between stage for clothing. No more holding my jeans together with rubber bands and elastic belts! I started wearing maternity pants to work this week. Ah, elastic waistbands, I've missed you so. I don't know why regular pants don't all have elastic waistbands. It's like I'm secretly wearing sweatpants to work.