A Series of Numbered Lists, Part 3: Groceries

Today, a very exciting post — my grocery list.

  1. Apples
  2. Lettuce
  3. Red Potatoes
  4. Gatorade
  5. Chicken Breasts
  6. Whole Wheat Bread

Hahahaha…just kidding. This grocery list actually refers to LilRunr. The baby websites and books always compare the growing little one to some form of fruit or vegetable. Week 4 (around the time a pregnancy test will show up positive) is poppy seed. Week 40 (the week the baby is due) is pumpkin.

I have two complaints with this system. First, when the size comparison is something like “apple,” that leaves quite a bit of wiggle room. Do they mean one of those gigantic, tasteless Red Delicious numbers or a smaller Jonathan apple? Second, 36 weeks of comparisons requires a bit of creativity, sometimes rendering the comparisons less than effective. Some weeks, I have no idea what fruit or veggie they’re referring to…jicama? English hothouse cucumber? Um…

Regardless, it’s entertaining, particularly when I can line up the verbal comparison with the visual evidence.

Here I am at Week 22 — spaghetti squash.

At 22 weeks, I was still getting a lot of “you’re pregnant? Really?” comments. This was getting to me, because I felt like I was really, truly, noticeably pregnant. I took this picture and posted it on Facebook as “proof,” and one of my best buddies from high school replied, “you look like you had too much for dinner.” It made me laugh, but at the same time I still thought that my spaghetti squash was making his presence known.

Now, here I am at Week 30 — cabbage. Same shirt, same apartment (we were getting ready to move, hence the boxes in the background and my oh-so-tired expression)…somewhat different results.

Well, hello belly. I think maybe now I’m seeing what everyone else was going on about. Compare the first photo to the second and I know which one I would say looks noticeably pregnant!

And, of course, progress continues. I’m now at Week 33 — pineapple, and things (by which I mean sitting, and sleeping, and walking, and bending, and other highly ambitious activities) are becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Not excessively so, but definitely more so. Scott and I are approaching the same weight class, which I irrationally do not like AT ALL and is amusing him greatly…my reaction at least as much as the actual phenomena.

Here we are this week:

And I’ll just have to wait and see what next week holds.

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