growing and growing and growing

Tonight when I went to take a shower, my fear from earlier in the day was confirmed. I am, in fact pregnanter than I was this morning. I first thought that I may have had a growth spurt when I saw my reflection in the window during warrior 2 pose at yoga. 

Who is that pregnant lady??

I thought to myself. Surely she couldn't be me. She had hips and a huge pregnant belly. 

Alas, she was me. The person that can barely zip her winter coat. Oh what am I to do? How did I not plan for a potential coat issue? 

I knew this was inevitable. My maternity pants are becoming too tight. Luckily it's just the work pants. They don't give like the jeans do. I had to order two new pairs in a size up this morning [free shipping, holla!] I'm kind of thinking it's not just my belly that's growing. My ass seems to be following suit. And my tatas have a mind of their own. I'm quickly outgrowing all the new, big bras I bought after I got pregnant. Woof. Who am I?

There's a woman at work that looks about 58 weeks pregnant [although she's only 39 weeks along] who doesn't have feet anymore. She has these indescribable flesh colored things peeking out from beneath her pants. There's snow on the ground but she can't fit into shoes. Will that be me in February? Oh my. 

I did finally see the little guy move yesterday. It was surreal to watch him as he punched and kicked me. It made me crack up and get dizzy at the same time. Further confirmation that there is a human growing in me. Goodness pregnancy is bizarre. 

In conclusion, I'll post my 23 weeks pregnant picture from yesterday. Only double it in your mind, because like I said, I'm pregnanter today. 

PS how handsome is he? And how does he find this comfortable?!