When I was pregnant with Tornado E, I was caught off guard with the baby bump. After months of waiting and not seeing it, I didn’t notice it until I looked at pictures I had just taken the weekend before and saw my gut popping out over my jeans and under my once-cute shirt. It seemed that only a little while before did my belly button popping out looked cute. Now it looked like a beer belly. I went shopping that day.
With Tornado S, I was a little busy with Tornado E, my own personal tornado, to pay attention to how I looked. Every day I showered quickly, dressed quickly, threw my hair in a pony tail quickly after getting Tornado E dressed. I had forgotten that after the first child, the subsequent pregnancies pop earlier and earlier. One busy morning, I finished packing for the trip Tornado E and I were taking to my parents’ house. I took a quick shower and got dressed in a cute outfit because I had an OB/GYN appointment before we flew out. I turned for an inspection in the mirror when I screamed in horror. My gut had popped. At that moment, the door bell rang, and when I demanded that my ride, my hip fashion-forward friend, tell me why she didn’t notice this problem last week, she was as surprised to see the gut as I was. I ran upstairs to quickly change, knowing I wouldn’t have time to repack the clothes and would have to buy more in Arizona or use my dad’s closet.
This pregnancy I was determined not to be caught off guard. I watched. I waited. I had been warned that you pop with the third pregnancy the moment you found out. Imagine my surprise when I still had not popped at the end of the third trimester. But then last week I was taking a shower, and I noticed there was more of me to scrub. I popped. I popped up, not low. It looks like a donut gut versus a beer belly. Just enough that I wish I made those shirts that said, “No, I’m not fat. I’m pregnant.” Since fashion has changed to long shirts to cover post-baby-bellies, I have a few weeks before I have to pull out the maternity shirts. But at least I’ll be watching.
October 22, 2009 at 9:32 pm
Popping is my favorite part. But you SO need a great snarky shirt.
October 23, 2009 at 3:42 am
The hot shirt when I was pregnant with ’79 was the one with an arrow on the chest pointing down at the word baby…..and yes I bought it.
October 23, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Now popping up…doesn’t that mean it’ll be a girl? Or a boy? I can never remember the old wive’s tales.
October 23, 2009 at 9:11 pm
I think you are having a girl. I always popped up. Every. single. time.
I hope you get a girl 🙂
October 24, 2009 at 10:26 am
Popping = instant extra-cuteness.
October 26, 2009 at 9:34 am
I popped up super early with Tooters so it just might be a girl after all. I think she was showing her inner diva the second she was concieved because she wanted everyone to know she was in there and I ended up HUGE!!! But I have to admit I still have a couple of maternity things after 7 and a half years that I wear on laudry day or to clean in lol.
October 26, 2009 at 3:46 pm
evenshine~ Yes, I do. 😉
inside~ That’s awesome!
jane~ I have no idea.
KathyB!~ I’ll put you into the pool. I’ll let you know if you win.
Ink~ It’s nice to have friends like you. Because I’m not pregnant cute yet. Give me a couple months.
sunny~ You crack me up. I have a few maternity shirts that look good pregnant or not. I won’t tell if you don’t. 😉
October 27, 2009 at 5:21 am
Kathy is right. Its a girl