Dancing Queen

Over the weekend, we went to a wedding of an old college buddy of hubby's, and much to my surprise, I can still dance! Not only can I dance while pregnant, apparently, it is possible to dance while being the only sober person in the room as well! Ok, so maybe to some I am not a dancer, but in my eyes, I have always been able to bust out the stripper moves as well as anyone. And believe me, I did. Let's just say Mama was tiiiiiiired on Sunday. We'll see how well I do when the belly is about 58 inches larger and it's no longer a belly, but a weapon. Taking innocent bystanders out at every turn. I will demolish grocery store displays in a single step and send tabletop glasses shattering to the floor.

Speaking of bellies, it's amazing how my belly has grown in just 2 weeks since my doctor's appointment. It's like I still can't believe there is a baby inside of me! I can only get a few pairs of pants buttoned. I'm trying to be a good sport, but sometimes it's still really hard to wrap my brain around the changes that are about to happen. Baby is about to have a major growth spurt and I will be a full-on beach ball in no time. I am so excited to head back to the doc and see what progress little Baby G. has made...I can't wait to see him/her again on that fabulous little sonogram machine. I hope the little one starts moving soon - I am ready to feel it be-bopping around inside of me...perhaps dancing around like its mother last Saturday evening?

In case you were wondering, I did it. I went to the bra department of the local Dillards and purchased some harnesses for my overactive mammaries. I will tell you this, they feel fabulous. Comfy, roomy - no third boobs popping out the top, no extra fat pockets bursting from under my arms...just a nice sensible brassiere. I'm sure the hubby is thrilled. I'm sure he will be equally excited when post-birth, I have the most heinous nursing bras on earth with the giant round patches so that I don't soak myself (or anyone within a 10 foot radius) at the slightest hint of a baby cry. Although, judging by the size of my hooters now, I'm guessing I will be filling up gallon jugs at Dillons in no time. I will also have you know that I broke down and purchased some maternity clothing. I actually got really excited ... Old Navy was having a big fat (no pun intended) sale and I thought, what the hell! It felt good...it felt motherly. Each day that it gets closer, I feel a little more ready to face motherhood. I know that I'm probably in for a rude awakening, but how awesome will this be?! I can't wait.