I wonder if I’ll get used to people looking at my gut. Maybe I should buy some tent-like dresses and try to cover it up. Two random women at work have asked me about my pregnancy; I guess that’s good. I look pregnant, not just fat. But still, it’s uncomfortable to know that people are looking at my belly.
In other news, there was more snow today. For a while this morning it was a bit scary looking outside. Good thing we have tunnels to the coffee shop. Unfortunately, someone in our household thinks it’s still a good idea to grill in the middle of winter and another one of us was silly enough to try to help out by going outside to start the grill. There is now a pregnant lady-sized splat in the new snow and a giant bruise on the pregnant lady’s hip. ouch. Now I’ll be the limping tubby chick at work. That will help with the self consciousness, I’m sure.