I can make people…what’s your superpower?

I saw a tee-shirt a couple of weeks ago that made me chuckle:

It started as just a joke, but after this morning, I really am starting to feel like a Super Hero!  I’ve experienced (as a lot of women do) a heightened sense of smell since I’ve been pregnant.  During my first trimester it led me to the nearest toilet bowl, but now I’ve learned to embrace my Spidey sense!

Around 6:00 this morning I woke up to the putrid smell of gas filling the room.  I turned over to Greg and asked if he could smell it.  He couldn’t.

“Greg – you can’t smell that? I’m telling you, it’s gas.”

“Lin, I really don’t smell it.  Maybe, there is a little nail polish remover smell.  They are renovating the second floor so maybe it’s polyurethane or something.”

“No, Greg. It’s gas. Like at a gas station.”

So while I took a shower, my caring husband went to investigate.  About 15 minutes later, he returned with a smile and said:

“Well pregnant lady – you were right!”

An old lawn mower in the basement was leaking gas.  And yours truly smelled it from upstairs!

My father-in-law (retired fire fighter) will be proud 🙂


Bump is the New Black

Being a pregnant fashionista is tough!  As the belly grows, the wardrobe goes.  The last time I felt comfortable in my tight fitting clothes was on my anniversary.  Greg and I had an amazing evening planned: dinner at Abe & Louie’s followed by a showing of Wicked at the Oprah house.  So I put on a sexy shirt, black pants, and a leather jacket.  As I glided up to my full-length mirror and turned to my side, gazing lovingly at my barely visible baby bump, I thought to myself with satisfaction, “Bump is the new black!”  I felt like the cutest little pregnant lady, fitting into my normal clothes, bump and all!  I even made Greg take a picture, although it took him a while to find an angle that showcased the belly:

Looking at this picture now, I can understand why Greg had to take so many trial shots!  If I could go back in time and talk to anniversary night Lindsay I would say, “Girl…just you wait!  The bump is coming!”

And it did.  Between week 19 and week 20, I popped.

This Monday after work I put on a fashion show of dresses for Greg.  My goal was to pick out an outfit for a wedding this weekend.  I honestly believed that at least one of my dresses would fit!  Well, I was wrong.  Very, very wrong.

Pregg’s Fashion Fowl #1: My baby belly is pulling the back of the dress!

Pregg’s Fashion Fowl #2: They were big before, but these ladies can’t be tamed!

Pregg’s Fashion Fowl #3: I swear this used to zip up all the way!

The whole photo session was quite comical – I’m sure the baby was laughing along with us in utero.  I looked over at Greg with grin on my face and said, “You know what this means, right? I get to go SHOPPING tomorrow!”  What can I say?  I am just a girl who loves pretty things 🙂

The following day at one of my favorite stores, Free People I found the perfect dress. I’m emphasizing the belly bump here, but I love the bright color, the silky material, and how the dress flows.

I love my baby bump.  You don’t need to be a fashionista when your pregnant.  After all, bump is the new black as far as I’m concerned.  And you don’t argue with a pregnant lady.