The lost blog…
I meant to post this while I was still pregnant. Alas, Colin arrived 4.5 weeks early, and I never got around to it.
People are funny. You can’t please them all. I realize that not everyone likes to look at a pregnant woman. I understand if you just can’t because you’re having problems getting pregnant yourself, or have suffered miscarriages. I’ve been there. You do what you need to do to cope.
But for the Negative Nancy’s: Come on… complaining about my growing belly, and calling in to call its appearance on live television “disgusting” is extreme. There are more important things to life, people. Get over yourselves. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.
What do you want me to do? Hide my belly?? Fine. Is this better?
“The magic blue screen” – Nothing like hiding that belly with a little blue painter’s tape!
“Pardon me while I walk around with this giant landscape!”
“My best friend Peyton” – Nothing like using your good, super tall buddy to hide that growing belly!!
“The Redneck” – belly hiding at its best in duck hunting camouflage.
“The mumu” – Granny would be proud. There’s no way you’re finding any kind of shape in that get-up.
Yeah… none of these are going to work. I’m proud of my belly. And I’m proud I’ve made it as far as I have. So deal with it. It’s not like it’s forever anyway.