Today I look pregnant, welcome second trimester. Yes, I did only hit 13 weeks today, but I can no longer pretend not to be looking more plump.
Am I mad? Nope. There have been plenty of times during my not-so-healthy-phases when I’ve looked forward to the moment when I could walk around following my belly proudly. Today was that day.
Maybe it was partly because I was wearing an UBER-comfy maternity dress that allows room for a belly. Either way, by lunchtime, I was filling some of it out.
I was uncomfortable with my slow increase in belly, until I really started to think about what’s inside of me. Not just the peach-sized baby, but the house surrounding that peach-sized baby that at last check was measuring (by example) a small melon size…. are we serious? How have I not already been showing? MELON? So I’m living it up. Maybe people will think I’m a bit farther along than I am… who cares. You only get to walk around flaunting your belly for so long. I’ll take it as long as I can!