Realizing that while I can still drive in a straight line, I can no longer park straight.
Being pregnancy drunk – an unexplainable silliness leading to singing to myself and random mental commentary on innocent bystanders. I swear I saw Lenny Kravitz pushing a stroller down the street!
Realizing that no matter how much I was hoping to resist the trend of my ever-growing hips, it’s time to put away the skinny jeans (and any other pants I used to fit in).
Running into things with my suddenly-there baby belly.
Having that same belly and the accompanying boobs intercepting and statically attracting any crumbs attempting to make it to the floor.
Hoping I don’t tinkle when I sneeze. (That’s what those pelvic floor exercises are for!)
Wondering if sneezing bothers the little guy.
Being forced into better posture by the belly.