moments of vanity and maternity jeans

vanity |ˈvanətē|noun ( pl. -ties)1 excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance or achievements : it flattered his vanity to think I was in love with him | the personal vanities and ambitions of politicians. See notes at egotism, pride .• [as adj. ] denoting a person or company that publishes works at the author's expense : a vanity press.2 the quality of being worthless or futile : the vanity of human wishes.3 a dressing table.• a bathroom unit consisting of a washbasin typically set into a counter with a cabinet beneath.

For the purpose of the post, I mostly relate to definition numero uno. I was actually pretty unaware of my vanity, until last week when two conversations totally led to one vain conclusion...
Conversation #1- In the bathroom- I got on the scale and was crying to adam processing through gaining 3 pounds since I've gotten pregnant. "I feel anxious to gain weight cause it will take forever to loose it.""But..you're pregnant"
Conversation #2 - Adam had an intervention with me about maternity jeans. "Why don't you want to wear your maternity jeans?""Cause I don't want to be showing yet.""Why?""Because I want to look like one of those super fit pregnant women who don't show until they are further along" (which I realize is totally unrealistic- I'm in healthy shape but I have never nor probably will ever describe myself as super fit)"But your other jeans are uncomfortable""I know, but I don't want to have to wear maternity jeans yet?""But why would you wear jeans that are uncomfortable when you have jeans that were made to wear when you are pregnant?""Because I am vain." ...and cue conviction....
I remember as a kid stuffing pillows under my shirt to make-believe I was pregnant. Funny how now when it's really happening, I get super body-conscious and focused on me.me.me.me.me and my appearance... and miss the joy in it! Somehow pregnancy becomes about how I look, or want to look and not about this incredible life that God is forming inside of me. Thankfully, I have people like Adam in my life who bring me back to reality and remind me of what's really important.  We had a midwfie appointment on Wednesday and got to hear the heartbeat again and the baby had moved up a ton! It's now sitting just below my belly button over on the right side.  Baby actually l.o.v.e.s the right side and has been there all week. When I look down at my stomach, the right side sticks out more than the left- which actually looks pretty funny. Everyday, the reality of having a baby becomes more and more real and I am totally floored by God's ability to create life and form people in his perfect timing.   
Dear Sweet Baby, bring on the nausea, weight gain, side pain, migraines, whatever...you are totally worth it!