Does Size Matter?

Let me begin this by saying that I am incredibly grateful to even BE in this position. And in the scheme of things, as long as this doesn't mean anything other than, perhaps, my own vanity and discomfort, it's really no big shakes. That being said, I'm not quite sure what happened - but one minute I was a little upset because I wasn't really showing - but wasn't entirely fitting into my clothes (bella bands, rubber bands, large pants, rejoice!) and the next minute? Well, I look about nine months pregnant. No, really. I wanted to look pregnant. I felt weird as people continued to act stunned when I revealed how far along I was - I wanted that badge of honor. But hey, the joke is on me. I've become huge. And, have I said, uncomfortable? Huge and uncomfortable. I don't know if it's the fact that I weighed so much more than normal when I started out this time around, the restricted activity for the first four months and/or the 12-15 pounds that I've gained since becoming pregnant - but I am the size of a small planet. And although they tell you that this time of pregnancy is the "honeymoon" trimester where you feel better, have more energy, etc., that's not what's happening here. I'm uncomfortable. I feel like I'm carrying around a bowling ball. My feet are swelling up. And I have heartburn 24/7. Although this isn't really all that bad, I suppose, I'm a tad afraid of what's in store for me as the pregnancy progresses . . . every woman is different and every pregnancy is different, but really? If I look nine months now, WHAT WILL I LOOK LIKE COME OCTOBER? Believe me, I'm thrilled, ultimately with all of it, I feel lucky, I feel grateful, but I also, yes, feel totally uncomfortable. And you? If you jogged three trillion miles a day all while feeling completely wonderful, I really don't want to hear about it . . .