Six Months: Buddha Belly

At last, I've reached the infamous six month point. And as you can see, I look to be closer to seven or eight. This new size and shape is a recent development that seems to have come out of nowhere. I went from being perfectly comfortable and able-bodied to being a little less comfortable and slightly less agile, all in the course of a week. I have finally achieved the "well-rounded" phase, whereby perfect strangers are now comfortable making pregnancy-related comments referring to what they consider to be my obviously pregnant belly. Thus far, many folks have attempted to test the theory that rubbing my belly will bring them good luck. There has been no empirical evidence presented to support this theory, but people continue to test their luck nonetheless.

Aside from the occasional and slight discomfort I am experiencing now and the anticipation of the constant and extreme discomfort I am apt to face in the coming months, I have truly enjoyed every moment of being pregnant so far. And fortunately, the onset of what could potentially become a bout of discomfort is typically thwarted by a good swift kick from Alex, as if to say "Hey lady, it'll all be worth it."