These two moments, coupled with the fact that everyone who sat next to me on my four flights asked when I was due, made me realize, I can no longer deny the baby bump. I am not just bloated. I am not short of breath because I am out of shape. I am not gaining weight because I have suddenly begun eating too much. I am actually carrying around a growing baby that is now 25 weeks old! Getting a big belly is unavoidable. I probably should have read the signs a few weeks ago, when I switched (nearly completely) to maternity clothing.
But denial makes things so much better. If I continue to deny that I have a baby smashing my stomach into my diaphragm, then perhaps this indigestion is temporary, might even be gone by tomorrow. Or, perhaps the aches in my back will be cured by one dose of Tylenol. And the restless legs will not keep me from falling asleep. Then again, feeling the kicks, seeing the photographic evidence of a growing belly, and the fact that I really do feel better then I ever did while pregnant with Brock, makes me really happy. And really excited to meet our new addition. And I can't deny it.
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