Fat or Pregnant?

Well, the big day has finally arrived. No, it's not "D" Day... it's the first day of my second trimester. Which is simply amazing to me because it feels like just yesterday I was surprising my husband with a positive pregnancy test. It's crazy how time flies when you're already chasing after a little one.

In my opinion, there are pros and cons to the second trimester. Of course, the odds of miscarriage are now drastically reduced. Whew! This also typically begins the "honeymoon" phase of pregnancy. Your early pregnancy symptoms, like nausea, start to subside. Unfortunately, my body is a little tardy on this one. I still have to stuff my face every two hours to avoid seeing my lunch for a second time. Hubbys generally like this second phase of pregnancy as well. One word: Sex. Suddenly, pregnant women start to embrace their womanly figures and what better way to show it off then grabbing your partner for a little horizontal mambo? For me, pregnancy makes me horny in general. I could be five pounds heavier or fifty pounds heavier. My husband is a lucky guy.

Which leads me to the not-so-great moments of the second trimester. By now, my baby is the size of a lemon. And while it's cute to think about its tiny body growing inside me, the view from the outside is not that great. Let's face it, who wants to look like they just swallowed a lemon? I'm officially in that "fat or pregnant" stage. Pregnancy clothes look ridiculous on me, but the thought of squeezing into my pre-pregnancy clothes makes me even more nauseous. What's even worse? People who know I'm pregnant now think it's ok to pat the "barely there" belly bump, which is probably more belly fat than anything else. It's awkward to say the least. And it only gets worse the bigger your belly gets.

Several months ago, my girlfriends and I were discussing this very issue. This extreme invasion of privacy every woman faces at some point in her pregnancy. Perhaps we should all start going around touching stranger's bellies? It could become the new handshake. On the other hand, perhaps we should simply treat it like a rite of passage into motherhood and create funny youtube videos to deal with the inward pain... like my friends and I did.

Sadly, only one of us was actually pregnant while making this video. The rest of us stuffed our shirts with pillows and saran wrap. Ironically, I got pregnant a month later.

Karma.