Well I think I can say that I’m definitely getting a belly. My loosest work pants are now, as of today, officially tight around the waist. For the past two days, my belly has felt and looked noticeably bigger (noticeable of course only to the two people that see me naked on a regular basis). Maternity clothes are not far away, I think.
This morning, while making my peanut-butter-and-banana breakfast sandwich, I realized that something about it was not right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but this sandwich was different. Strange. Unappealing. I proceeded anyway, chalking up my sandwich displeasure to still being half-asleep. I had a few bites before I realized what was going on.
I am officially OFF BANANAS. Never has anything tasted or smelled so foul. The mere thought of them while typing about it now is absolutely revolting. And please understand, I have eaten a couple of bananas a week for as long as I can remember, so you can just imagine my confusion. But hear me now: Bananas No More. They are hereby rendered gross.
Isn’t pregnancy a strange and wonderful mystery?
In other news, I will be attending the “Vancouver’s Largest Baby Shower” event on Sunday with my mum. I must admit that I’m really excited. Imagine. Actually being pregnant and going to a baby fair with my mum. Could anything be more wonderful?