Size matters

One of the worst side effects that comes with pregnancy is that everyone, strangers included, feels the need to comment about said pregnant lady’s size. Some comments are great. Those include, “Wow, look how little weight you’ve gained.” or “You’re so tiny.”
But those types of welcome comments don’t happen as often as the “Well your tits have gotten huge.” and the “I can tell you’re filling out your dresses now.”
I especially enjoy being compared to a “gorilla” and a “beached whale.” I’ve always thought of myself as more of a hungry, hungry hippo.
The belly touching has already begun as well. My belly is just emerging and yet people HAVE to run their hands all over it. Maybe that will seem more natural once I have a huge belly. I don’t think I’ll mind it so much then – we’ll see.
I complain about all this stuff but in the same moment I’m really too thrilled to be pregnant to care. Baby Caleb is on his way here and he’s already making his presence known via my emerging belly.