The joys of pregnancy

So I am about 4 1/2 months along now. And somehow I always manage to forget this awkward "in-between" stage of pregnancy. There is the beginning where you know you are pregnant and tired and sometimes even sick. But to look at you, no one would ever guess you were expecting. Then there is this middle stage...you feel a little better, you have more energy than in previous months but you also get the bump which I like to call "the bulge". You don't really look "pregnant" you just feel like you look like you ate an entire box of Twinkies in one sitting. (There isn't anything wrong with that though, right?!) Every morning when I get dressed I get to say goodbye to another piece of clothing in my closet. I put it on in hopes that I can wear it just one more time and when I get it on and look in the mirror, I look like a bloated version of myself. Then I get disgusted, hang it back up in the hanger or fold it up and put it into the dark corners of my closet, hoping that maybe I will see it again in a few months. I have some maternity clothes hanging up in my closet too. They taunt me every day but for some reason this time around I am dreading the day I cross over to that side. The first time I was pregnant I couldn't wait to put on maternity clothes or to get the bump. (I lovingly called it that the first time but never again!) I was so eager for each step of pregnancy. The second time around I knew it was coming and accepted it was just a part of "the bulge" but this third time, I am going to go down kicking and screaming. I am not sure why. I just dread it. So I am just watching as my clothes pile of things I love to wear but can't is getting bigger and bigger...and the maternity clothes are patiently waiting...knowing there will come a day that I will have no alternative than to suck it up and wear them. It is amazing how it changes the third time around!