Gloworm

Remember that toy? I believe it is still made today but I know if I go to my parent’s home and dig enough it’s probably in a closet with all the other stuffed toys that are no longer loved. But this isn’t a going to be a post about toys; (though I may have to file that topic away for a later date) no this post is going to be all about that pregnancy glow you hear so much about!

You hear about it in movies, books, from friends of friends that have pregnant friends…the glow. You’re pregnant and maybe after feeling sick for the first 3 months, you wake up and are glowing! Couple that with supposedly being hungry for sex and you’ve got a trimester that should have you adoring pregnancy and anything it can throw your way. Heck, you’ve all but forgotten how many times you bowed to the porcelain god or how a quick nap turned into sleeping for half the day. You’ve woken from the funk that is first trimester and into the feel good second trimester. Woo-hoo!

But wait one second, how can this be? This is also the trimester that you begin to pack on the pounds…so could it be the true glow is actually the glistening sweat that clings to your body as you begin hauling around a bigger belly and breast? Are we truly glowing? I look in the mirror and most days can’t see a difference. I really thought I would have the J-Lo glow. Don’t know what that is? Have you ever noticed that when J-Lo is out on the red carpet she always has that sun-kissed glow? I know, I know, it is all makeup and stylist but still, I expect to look in the mirror and swoon, cause I’m freaking glowing. The best look I get is not looking tired and bedraggled. I still have to put on some makeup and do my hair to even look halfway decent. Where is my glow!? My hair is growing, my skin is clear, why am I not glowing? Then I thought about friends I have been around and can’t recall them ever really glowing. Maybe I just was too self-absorbed to notice? Is this glow just a myth to make moms-to-be feel good about the expanding waist?

Don’t you know that Hubby came to the rescue! I was mumbling about the glow and wondered if it would take more time or maybe was skipping me, cause thoughts like that are always good for a laugh and he did what super husbands do and rescued me from my insecurity. He told me I was glowing, at least that what he thought it was because lately I’d been looking sexier than usual. He said he had caught himself staring at me more than usual because he suddenly felt more attracted to me. Wow, right? I mean seriously, he may be aware of pregnancy hormones but I know my husband, he’s sappy and romantic and all the things I want and more. For him to admit to this meant that even though I can’t see the glow, it’s there and I should rest easy. Will I ask him this question when I’ve packed on 30 pounds and feel like SeaWorld’s newest attraction? You bet your arse I will because at that point I’ll need every sincere and insincere comment about how great I look to make it through the end. I am a woman after all.