One thing about being pregnant: I learn new words.
Staggering into my office way too early, I was checking office mail when a colleague of mine (a speech instructor), came by my office and positively spooged, “Oh! Stand up! Let me see!”
She was the one who asked me earlier if I felt the “fish” yet — that is, felt the baby move yet — so I knew she just wanted to see how far along I looked. So I stood up, like the arthritic happy Buddha that I looked in my empire-waist dress. She gasped, clapped her hands like a little girl and said, “Oh! You’re BLOOMING!”
After my morning classes — FOUR HOURS OF COMPOSITION FUN! — I swung by the division office to check my departmental mailbox. I ran into another English professor there, who looked at me and said, “Why, you’re positively blooming!”
Okay… I just *had* to look the word up when I got home.
“Ravishing beauty” huh? I wonder is it because I smile all the time? But I was a major smiler *before* the pregnancy. Folks, however, keep commenting just how pregnancy seems to “suit” me. All I can say is that I’m glad I’m not in my first trimester and, yeah, I rather enjoy having the little guy inside of me, growing. As the Hubby said as he lightly patted my belly this afternoon, “You are inhabited by a life form. Hello, life form.”
I suppose that’s “blooming”?
Next doctor’s appointment is this Thursday. I wonder how much I weigh now?