I Love My Belly.

I am really starting to love my belly. It's more pregnant and less ate too many cookies (even though both are probably true.) The other day, the hubs came home from work and remarked that it was hot in the house. I said "Well, yeah. Why do you think I'm lying here with my belly all hanging out." To which he replies "I just thought it was a normal day." And then I realized that it has become a normal day for me to be lying on the couch with my belly hanging out. And I love it. I've realized that I am most comfortable when my belly is hanging out. I've gotten angry a few times that I work in a cubicle instead of a private office because I just know I would be so much more comfortable if I could just let my belly hang out. When I wear pants with zippers and buttons, I feel so much better if I have them unbuttoned. Sometimes, I even unzip them a little when I'm sitting down to give myself more breathing room. (Baby doesn't like to be squished!) And yes, sometimes I even walk over to Brynne's desk to ask a question only to realize that I didn't actually zip/button my pants and I stand outside her cube and hurriedly button them before anyone else notices. And once I sit down, the button comes undone again. I love that my hand automatically goes right to my tummy when I am standing or walking. It's so cliche, I know, but I just can't help it.

I love my belly.