The Awkward Stage

If pregnancy consists of any one stage, it would be awkwardness. There is some lovely form of awkwardness waiting at every turn.

Currently, I am in the “Are you fat or pregnant stage?” It’s not a good one.

I see people sneaking glances at me in the grocery store (yes, everything happens to me there). I can tell they’re pondering the height/weight/potentially beer-belly ratio.

During my first pregnancy I wanted to tell random strangers that it wasn’t fat taking over my body but instead some alien life form who insisted I was a vegetarian. This time I just want to tell people to fuck off.

It doesn’t help that I’m 11 weeks and look 16. It doesn’t help that the “poop baby” is acting like a second, possibly third, fetus.

I’m over this particular awkward phase and ready for the next! Bring in the second trimester awkwardness– loud farts, weird cravings and clothes that don’t fit right.