I’ve been all in a dither trying to find an accurate description of these last few weeks of gestation for my readers. Today I finally found the ultimate comparison. Many of you may have already guessed our tubby little hero from today’s title.

I’ll give you a few hints:

  • All our shirts fit like cropped tops
  • Neither of us can touch our toes
  • We’re both a bit slow on the uptake lately
  • Part of everyday is spent in a comical quest for honey

That’s right, I have found a bosom pal in Pooh Bear. My kids aren’t even into Winnie the Pooh, but something about trying to start a mild exercise regime this morning made me feel just like that “silly ol’ bear.” (Up, down, touch the ground…split.)

Maybe it was the huge production I made out of trying to lace up my running shoes (which mysteriously shrunk, by the way.) Maybe it was all that huffing and puffing when I tried to pump air into the jogger stroller’s tires before setting out.

Or maybe I just took a good look at the charming cast of characters buzzing all around me during my morning routine, and realized what part I was playing.

For example, at any one time, I can have a bossy Rabbit, a sulky Eeyore, a timid Piglet, a carefree Christopher Robin, a spastic Tigger, and/or a wise Owl all sitting at my breakfast table together. (And they like to swap roles with each other often.)

But lately, I’m the constant. I’m the one waddling around like a toddler (all weight on one foot, all weight on the other…) slowly getting things ready, deeply sighing “Oh, bother,” whilst looking for a little something sweet up in the cupboards. Tum tee tum tee tum…

The fact that most of my tops fit just like his do now should only aid you in a visual of my current physique.

Perhaps I lack Pooh Bear’s same turn-of-the-century British charm, but I’m convinced part of A.A. Milne’s inspiration for his beloved bear came to him during his wife’s pregnancy.

And I think my family finds their “silly ol’ bear” a welcomed change from the “Rabbit” impersonation I’m normally so good at.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a rumbly in my tumbly…

Margaret Anderson is a BYU graduate, returned missionary, freelance writer and mother of four (soon to be five) small children. Read more at www.jamsandpickles.wordpress.com