What Are You Looking At?

Being a tall woman (5’11) I’ve gotten used to the fact that when you are different than the norm, you’ll attract more eyeballs.  However since I’ve started showing a bit, the staring has increased quite a bit.

About five months along, I’m not quite to the point where it’s glaringly obvious I’m pregnant, so instead of getting people who look at my stomach and then smile, I’ve been getting looks with a confused expression. People are desperately trying to figure out what exactly is going on … am I a thin woman who happens to have a big gut or am I pregnant?

The confused-look-staring reached an all time high this weekend when we went to Las Vegas for our friend’s joint bachelor/bachelorette party. We got to the Hard Rock Hotel on Friday at midnight and walking through the casino to our room, I couldn’t help but feel like every eye in the place was on me thinking “why is that pregnant chick here?!”

Luke says it was all in my head, but I quickly resorted to holding my purse in front of my stomach and hunching over in a way that would hopefully remove some of the attention my stomach was commanding. Normally I am not the type of person to shy away from attention (let’s be real, I publicly blog about my life), but I among the throngs of partiers, I felt sorely out of place.

After getting some sleep, I decided to ignore my self-conscious thoughts and put on my newest, cutest pregnancy outfit for brunch and to see the Batman movie in IMAX.

I could handle day-time Vegas. Or so I thought.

After the movie, I met up with everyone at the pool while Luke worked in our room. The pool party at the Hard Rock is no joke and as soon as I walked in wearing my one-piece, rocking the bump, my insecurities resurfaced. I walked through this crowd clutching a towel across my stomach and keeping my eyes down.

I met up with our group as soon as possible! Luckily they are all so sweet and made me feel comfortable. The girls made a point to gush over my “little” bump and the guys gave me props for being “a trooper.” A few hours into hanging with my friends and I was feeling back to my confident self.

Thinking about it now, I feel sort of silly for making such a big deal in my head about being pregnant in Vegas. The weekend wasn’t about me after all … it was about supporting my friends and their upcoming nuptials.

That being said, I don’t think I’ll be heading back to Vegas until this belly is gone and I can blend in at least a little. :)