Up until yesterday, my wife pretended that her expanding waistline was just a bit of bloatiness, but now there's no mistaking it: there's a baby in there! She must have crossed some sort of proportional threshold because the bump seemed to really become noticeable overnight. You can see it from a distance.
She doesn't seem quite sure what to make of it. I guess before you're pregnant if you gain weight it means something like you're either eating too much, or you've stopped hitting the gym, or you're going through one of those unpredictable hormonal things that happens as you age (I realize there are many other reasons in addition to these, but I guess I'm referring to the majority of cases). I keep telling her that it's a good sign to be gaining weight right now, but she doesn't seem entirely convinced. It's hard not to interpret it as chub, at least not until it takes a more specifically pregnancy-like form.
As a side note, I've considered having a sympathetic pregnancy by glutting myself on hamburgers for the next six months, but somehow, I feel that would be frowned upon. I haven't told her about this fantasy, though she's hearing it now. So goes the information age imperative to reveal all...
All in all, I have to say I would hate to see the space of pregnancy get infiltrated with all the usual media garbage about weight and body image. I realize that some women really overdo the whole "eating for two" thing, even when the baby's still a blastocyst, but at least that doesn't jeopardize the baby's health (at least not in all but the most extreme cases). I've already heard the term "pregorexia" floating around the web, and I can't express how incredibly embarassed it makes me feel to be alive in these times... not to overstate it or anything.
Anyway, wifey (and all you other moms), you're beautiful no matter what, coming beach-ball belly and all. And I'm not saying that in some patronizing, "take it from me, a man so my opinion matters" way, either. Dads are beautiful, too. In fact, maybe I should go for those hamburgers after all...
She doesn't seem quite sure what to make of it. I guess before you're pregnant if you gain weight it means something like you're either eating too much, or you've stopped hitting the gym, or you're going through one of those unpredictable hormonal things that happens as you age (I realize there are many other reasons in addition to these, but I guess I'm referring to the majority of cases). I keep telling her that it's a good sign to be gaining weight right now, but she doesn't seem entirely convinced. It's hard not to interpret it as chub, at least not until it takes a more specifically pregnancy-like form.
As a side note, I've considered having a sympathetic pregnancy by glutting myself on hamburgers for the next six months, but somehow, I feel that would be frowned upon. I haven't told her about this fantasy, though she's hearing it now. So goes the information age imperative to reveal all...
All in all, I have to say I would hate to see the space of pregnancy get infiltrated with all the usual media garbage about weight and body image. I realize that some women really overdo the whole "eating for two" thing, even when the baby's still a blastocyst, but at least that doesn't jeopardize the baby's health (at least not in all but the most extreme cases). I've already heard the term "pregorexia" floating around the web, and I can't express how incredibly embarassed it makes me feel to be alive in these times... not to overstate it or anything.
Anyway, wifey (and all you other moms), you're beautiful no matter what, coming beach-ball belly and all. And I'm not saying that in some patronizing, "take it from me, a man so my opinion matters" way, either. Dads are beautiful, too. In fact, maybe I should go for those hamburgers after all...
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