The funny thing about pictures is that yes, they're great for capturing memories, but... they also capture reality. So while I love photo documentation, when the pictures are focused on my stomach...well, I'm having a bit of a hard time with it.
Reality is - I'm at the (visually) awkward stage of the pregnancy, or at least I feel that way. The stage where people do double takes...where they break eye contact to glance swiftly down at your belly (stopping along the way to ogle your buxom bosom) thinking you don't notice, the stage where you can see the questions looming in the eye of strangers passing by... Is she...? Maybe she's just....
Yes, I'm pregnant. Yes, I am very aware of that fact. Yes, I'm very happy about it.. BUT all those things don't mean you automatically come to terms with... THE BUMP.
I've always been a "big girl." Tall, athletic, broad-shouldered, big-boned, Amazon-ish even... and I've always been proud of it. I've also had to work really hard at keeping my weight down - post water polo life, at least - and I know for most females, in general, weight maintenance can be an issue. So when the belly starts growing, and people feel like they can talk freely about it ("ohhh, let me see!" "Oh, sure enough, you're definitely showing!"), touch it, stare at it... this big girl is going to have a bit of a complex.
And while I'm doing my best to "get over it," and to embrace the bump and the miracle of baby McD growing inside me, all you people are just going to have to "deal with it," and with me -while I come to terms with MY beautiful baby belly.