you need a seeing eye guide dog to see what is underneath your belly.
you have to bribe other people to tie your shoes for you. Or cut your toenails.
Tums becomes the dessert to every meal.
a nap at 8:30 am no longer seems like a strange idea.
a nap at 4:30 pm no longer seems like a strange idea.
you can see an outline of a little foot when the baby kicks.
you've completely forgotten what it feels like to wear tailored clothing.
you have problems reaching the kitchen sink. Or stove. Or anything on the floor. In fact you avoid bending over at all costs.
you feel like first trimester nausea is trying to make a comeback.
you start dreaming of the day you can lie on your stomach.
you show up to church and someone asks, "Oh, are you still here?"
you are staring into space and you husband immediately knows you are thinking of baby names.
there are more baby clothes hanging in the closet and folded in the dresser than you own.
you husband has to bend at a 60 degree angle from the waist just to lean over to give you a goodbye kiss.
the maternity clothes that looked like regulation size army tents 4-5 months ago no longer cover your belly.
the cashier at HEB no longer asks you if you want help out, she just tells you that someone will be helping you out with your purchases.
the world starts revolving around THE event - I'll do that after the baby comes. Or I need to get that done before the baby comes. And you are surprised when other people's plans don't revolve around it, too.