I was cleaning up my bathroom at the end of last week(I obviously hadn’t gotten to the mirror yet ;)) when I caught a glimpse of my belly and startled myself. Like. Where did that come from? This is actually real?
I’ll be completely honest. My brain is still having a really, really hard time grasping the reality of my situation. I don’t know if it’s a defense mechanism. I don’t know if I’m really dense. I don’t know if it is because it feels too good to be true. Whatever it is, catching sight of my belly growing, proof that SOMETHING is happening deep inside there was/is shocking to me.
Weight Gain | Avoiding the scale, probably until my next appointment, but based off the size of the growing bump, I’m pretty sure things are….increasing around here.
Symptons | I only vomited once this week! Major praise. I’m still feeling so sick and blah, but I will gladly trade gaining a few extra pounds this go round to be able to eat and not lose it all like I did last time. Major major praise.
Missing Most | I’m very much looking forward to being able to cook again and play and keep up with Abigail like I normally do.
Size Of Baby | Date/Prune
Is it terrible that the only thing I ever think about dates is when the little monkey dies in Indiana Jones from eating poisoned dates?
Workouts | hahahaha
Clothing | Bringing my old bras back! Wooo. Thanks little prune.
I can wear all of my regular clothes but I’m mostly in yogas and comfy tee shirts this week.
Some friends of mine brought on the tears this week when they shared this picture on FB. They went to a Rend Collective concert and they have a praise wall. Out of everything they could have written a praise for they chose to write about me and the baby. I mean. Tears!
Extra tears came from last week’s episode of The Walking Dead(not the gross stuff, just the sweet stuff) and from an article in this months WORLD magazine. Full blown blubber.