I wore one of P's t-shirts and a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband yesterday evening and was the most comfortable I've been in weeks. I ditched the white blazer and black pleated midi-length work dress as soon as I got in the door (I'd lost the wedge heels the minute I stood up to leave the office - jandals and workwear is a key look for Kiwis on a summer commute) and heaved a sigh of relief as it all hung out in P's purple t-shirt.
I guess that's how you know I'm now visibly pregnant, shall we say. At least I didn't doff my bra the minute I walked in the door - I've taken to unhooking it about 8pm with an audible sigh, then removing it entirely by 8.30 because the bastard keeps roughing up my nipples (by roughing up I mean touching lightly, WOW OUCH).
Following last night's comfortpalooza, I ordered some maternity jeans and a pack of maternity basics online this morning. And commenced bleeding on and off.
I am living in terror of doing something to jinx the pregnancy. I can't bring myself to buy baby things. When I purchased the maternity goods, it was the first time I've bought something pregnancy related other than folate-laced pills or ultrasound co-pays. OF COURSE it preceded a bodily freak out.
This is not my first rodeo with bleeding during this pregnancy. It is scary, yes, but I've got good at ignoring it while I go about real life (ha. that and you know, thinking about my father). The knowledge that it is fairly common and that there is nothing I can do is not exactly reassuring, per se, but it makes me sanguine (wrong choice of word? oh well, it fits and it stays).
So I'm daring it to get worse. I walked around the baby section of Smith & Caughey today (oh christ no, I didn't buy anything, that shit is expensive.) I added to the list of what we might need. I looked at the DIA's top 100 names spreadsheets from '99 to '14. This is superstitious bullshit I'm engaging in, believing that a positive act of child-recognition could spell doom for my baby. I'm not doing it anymore. I'm going to wear stuff with elastic with pride. I'm going to be someone's mother.