Jon and I went to Texas last weekend for a wedding (Congrats to Cynthia and Pat!) and it turns out that everything is bigger in Texas. Or at least they have more 3-way mirrors, because our first night there, I checked out my reflection in the side mirror of the hotel, and there was a belly staring back at me. While I had possibly admitted I had a baby bump before, this was a baby mountain staring back at me. My normal non-pregnant self is pretty tall and scrawny. It still is now....except for the bump. I look like I swallowed a giant egg whole, like some weird boa constrictor. Rest assured that when I put on my pajama pants and tank top, I was back to looking cute-pregnant instead of weird-pregnant. I guess that when you're wearing clothes, you can pretend you've just slid a pillow under your shirt or something.
Jon immediately did the right thing and assured me that "It's beautiful! It's our baby!" Meanwhile, I remain slightly grossed out. Don't get me wrong, I'm so stoked we are having a baby, but seeing it form and get bigger, and eventually (gulp) kick around, is just plain weird, and nothing can prepare you for that.