Pregnancy rant - again

Writing about pregnancy is a bit of a slippery slope.  At first I think I would jinx myself for writing or talking about it - so the first 12 weeks are a blur, a state of purgatory where you have to subtly decline the sushi and the alcohol (the sushi being more of a giveaway for me - as I am not much of a drinker).  And it is rather difficult to believe (even after being pregnant once) that somehow one wrong move, a belly flop in the pool sort of thing, will do something to irrevocably damage the fetus.  This is a nerveracking period.

So now I am in, what I call, the boring middle - the glorious 2nd trimester.  I felt the baby at week 19 - a miracle as I think I didn't feel Charlotte till week 28.  Nothing too obtrusive yet - just some lower belly rolls right when I go to bed.  It is cool. 

Boy do I look pregnant - in that 7 month kind of way (I am only 5 months now).  I am in a depressing 3 outfit rotation - comfy yes but not the most stylish nor the most flattering.  I envy the girls who can dress stylishly during this transition period - I mean, I try to do my hair when I go out but I cannot think of investing $200 in Seven for all Mankind pregnancy jeans.  But maybe it would make me feel better if I did (oh, the psychology of consumerism).

I think I was better about exercising the last go around but I am just not feeling it as much now.  I am managing to lift weights so I can add back some definition in my arms.  Luckily at this point I am at the stage where I have a belly but am not bloated in my ankles - gosh I cannot imagine a less attractive feeling than that.  Actually bloated ankles and bloated clavicles - that is some serious whaling at both ends.  The one thing that I do manage to do is try to get pedicures - so I can feel colorful and human at least... somewhere. 

 I know in many things you are supposed to enjoy the process (it's the journey, not the destination) - but I am just not one of those people who feels that way about pregnancy.  Here (maybe like marathon running) it is all about the destination.