The baby woke me up this morning as it was kicking. I felt like it was a little rude since I so graciously rocked her to sleep late last night as I was bouncing all over the place, unable to sleep and focusing on guitar hero and America's Most Smartest Model (lame show, don't watch it. Mike and I accidentally got hooked). But it was a fun way to wake up nonetheless, and probably a lot quieter than it will be in a few months.
Friday night, Mike and I went to Motherhood Maternity at the mall. It's a maternity clothing store. My normal clothes don't quite fit very well but those clothes don't fit either which is quite disappointing. Anyway, I ended up not liking the lady that was working there at all but one of the first things she said to me was, "Are you looking to buy for yourself or someone else?"
I replied that it was for myself and she went on to tell me that I don't look pregnant. Great. So I'm just fat? Thanks, lady. I don't really appreciate anyone telling me after knowing that I'm pregnant telling me that I don't look like it. Maybe some people carry their weight entirely on their stomach, but I have never been one to do so and I'm not a fan of people thinking that this is how I normally look. It's quite insulting to me.
Another thing that is insulting to me is my face. I think I grow acne better than anyone else out there. It's incredibly painful and hideous. So thank you, face for letting me down.
On the other hand, Mike's been really fun to be around with my belly. He rubs it almost every morning because he knows it relaxes me and always talk to the baby. Actually, that reminds me of a story.
A couple months ago, I was pretty upset at Mike. I don't remember why but my guess is that I was upset at his lack of managing time well. He left the apartment to go to the grocery store to pick up a couple things we needed and a few minutes later he called. I answered, "What?" He said, "I need to talk to the baby."
I smirked and put the phone on speaker phone so I knew what was going on and put it down on my belly. He proceeded to spend the next minute talking to the baby, telling him how much he loves him. It was really funny and cute and I definitely wasn't upset any longer.
Yay, I am so glad that you posted a picture. Your belly is so cute. I don't think people thing that you're fat, you're not fat at all, Kim. They probably just expect you to have a huge belly and weigh a lot more since a lot of women gain a lot of weight. But you're so cute and little. Your belly is adorable!
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