I’m 21 weeks pregnant today, and I still don’t look very pregnant. To a doctor palpating my abdomen, I do, but I walk among you and “pass.” I could drink a beer in a restaurant and get no dirty looks from anyone. Nobody opens doors for me yet or offers me their place in the bathroom line. More experienced women assured me I would show sooner with my second child, but that hasn’t been true for me. I think really skinny women look pregnant sooner than women like me. I’m not fat, but I’m pretty average. Plus, I was still carrying ten extra pounds from my last pregnancy when Odie snuck this one on me.
I have plenty of typical pregnancy things going on, though. Chief among them is the feeling of a little human being wiggling around in my uterus. She flutters against the waistband of my pants when I’m sitting, and does gymnastics after I consume sugar or caffeine.
A less charming pregnancy symptom that I had heard about but never believed would happen to me is peeing when I sneeze. It is most likely to happen right AFTER I have gone to the bathroom, which is unbelievably lame, if you ask me. Tonight, while Odie had V on the changing table, putting her in jammies, I sneezed and then cursed. Odie asked knowingly, “Pee yourself?” He’s sympathetic, of course, but still thinks it’s pretty funny. V asks, “What happened to Mommy?”
Mommy peed her pants, honey. Just like YOU! It’s so embarrassing. I dread the day that it happens at work. Luckily, it isn’t like a flood, more of a trickle. But it’s enough, my friends. It’s enough.
Thank God I don’t have allergies.