Week 10: A Return to Puberty

So far pregnancy is much more like puberty than it is what I imagine womanhood to be. The preteen body insecurities and center-stage mentality are both present, and the bit of ration and maturity I have gleaned since early adolescence has vanished. My body has typically been fairly thin in reasonable proportion. I like it that way, for the most part. However, my body is now spreading a little wider than I have ever seen it and my chest is changing to an are-those-things-real size. In most of my clothes I feel like a lumpy, giant-breasted 11-year-old.

I imagine that I am already showing. However, it has been so hot for the past few weeks that I have neglected my normal five o’clock work out on the treadmill and viewing of My Wife and Kids. I am sure the lack of exercise has had some bearing, as it always does, on my increasingly-pudgy tummy. I don’t think my walnut-sized child could be asking for so much space just yet, but I’d rather think he or she is doing just that.