Being Big

I received a big bag of maternity wear from a childhood friend's sister who just gave birth 5 months ago. As I've been complaining about not having enough to wear, I was naturally pleased with the blessing.

So after dinner, with one eye on the news on TV, I dug through the bag with anticipation. As I expected, the owner of the clothes have very good taste with many of her clothes bought from reputable brands. Alas, she is of the petite frame and I am, well, not small. So with a heavy heart, I folded up all the clothes and put them back in the bag and sighed.

It's been said that every cloud has a silver lining, I'm still trying to figure out if this applies to being 'big' as well. So far, I can't think of one. Other than being really heavy and having difficulty moving from A to B, there's also backaches and muscle aches that I have to contend with. I can't sit nor stand for too long and now I find that I can't do the dishes properly because my belly gets in the way!

Putting on underwear is a challenge on its own; here's the procedure: First I stand firm with my feet slightly apart, with2 hands, I then hold and open up my humongous panties, making sure it's the right side (don't want to have to do it all over again!). I take a deep breath and lift up my right leg and plunge my foot into the pantie, all the time praying that it goes through the correct hole and hoping that my toes won't get caught somewhere else. If all goes well, I take another deep breath and repeat the whole procedure with the other leg.

If you are wondering if I'm exaggerating, well, imagine being over weight, with a protruding belly that alters your centre of gravity and so it's fairly easy to topple over and besides, I can't see anything that's below my belly!

So there you have it, the minor trials of pregnancy!