I don’t know if a pregnant belly has always been referred to as a “bump” or if that’s just a trendy description but it is actually very fitting… which is nice change of pace since not much else is fitting these days. I can’t say I mind the trend since “bump” sounds so much cuter than “alien protrusion over which you have no control”. It’s the verbal equivalent of making a mountain back into a molehill. But because of my growing baby bump, I find myself miscalculating my actual body diameter, resulting in many inadvertent bumps into walls. And door jambs. And kitchen counters. I’ve bumped up my nutrition concerns. Well, more so concerns of fitting dessert in after dinner. Okay, sometimes after lunch and in between, too.
I do have to admit that I sometimes have to look down to remind myself that I still have a baby bump. I really do feel so physically normal most of the time but there are times I feel inescapably pregnant. For example, it’s been getting more difficult finding a comfortable sleeping position to stay in for more than an hour or so. Apparently you’re supposed to avoid being on your back for an extended period of time and sleeping on your stomach is obviously uncomfortable so you’ve got your choice of sleeping on your left side or your right side. Inevitably, the side you choose will then become uncomfortable in time and switching from side to side can be quite a process, what with trying to coax the extra weight from one side to the other without feeling you’re going to split your stomach apart, getting it settled back in (maybe with a knock of protest from the alien you’re harboring), and hoping you don’t disturb your neighbor. I can only imagine what the next few months are going to feel like!