Whale Watching

I know, I know.....I'm growing a human.
I truly do not have a complex about my growing tummy. I swear. It's been fun modeling in the mirror, wondering how much bigger I am each week. The stretch marks come with the territory...of course I wish I was one of the 8% of women who DON'T get them....but why would I be that lucky?
I'm getting spots of cellulite in the strangest areas...forget the back of the thigh, I'm talking weirder.
I do need a tan....even Keith looked at me this weekend and commented on my ghostly color - and that's saying a lot for him.
I plan to use my leave to relax, unwind and take care of myself and baby Herm, and that will include some time on the deck hopefully getting some color....cause YIKES. I do want to look like a cute pregnant girl at the shower and I don't want to scare my friends and family. How am I gonig to do that???
I actually WANT to go swimming. Strange right? I don't necessarily love the thought of being in a bathing suit, but oh well. I have come to terms with the fact that we all can't look like Megan McD when we are pregnant. Seriously....who is cuter in a two piece? So I'm over what I will actually LOOK like and I just want to float around and feel weightless while enjoying the summer sun. I don't think it's a valid financial decision to put in a pool in our backyard...so maybe a trip to walmart to get one of those blow up kiddie pools - or maybe I can beg my sister in law to let me come over and whale in her backyard with my skinny-mini nieces :)
Now my boobs on the other hand.........Good Lord. I am pretending that they are going to stop growing. Let's see how that plan plays out right? It's not even funny anymore. I have made Keith promise to stop oggling them....they are gross.
Lastly today, I am on a quest for a baby shower dress that has pretty colors BUT the top will be some sort of dark color - hiding the giants :) I guess I can wear a skirt, or pants if I find a top that I love...If anyone happens to spot a dress matching this description - let me know and Donna and I am can begin our shopping.
Happy 26 weeks - I'm moved into double digit days - 97 to go.