As best I can figure, I’m in the 9th week of pregnancy. Barely a blip on the radar, in the grand scheme of things. I’ve hardly gotten started in this big circus. Yet I noticed yesterday as I was putting my jeans on, that I was only able to get my belt on to the last hole, instead of the third hole like usual.
WTF?
I don’t think you’re supposed to be showing yet at NINE freaking weeks. Are you? Am I over indulging in too many yummy treats? There has to be another solution to this, right? I mean, for the love of holy Moses. If I’m starting to show at NINE WEEKS then what the heck is going to happen to me at 35 weeks? Am I going to look like a circus act? Or maybe it’s a case of getting out of the starting gate early and then pooping out halfway through the race. So that I’ll look like I’m six months pregnant for three whole months. Yeah, I think I’ll count on the latter there.
The only pregnancy where I had the comical basketball-style belly was when I was pregnant with Harry. Every other time, it’s been an understated pooch of sorts. Like maybe I’d partaken of too many Krispy Kreme donuts or something. Of course, this could be because each of those pregnancies I was rather overweight whereas I was a lot more “normal” when pregnant with Harry. This time, I’m a lot closer to where I was when I got pregnant back in 1999 than any time before. Not quite there, but a lot closer than I was any of the other times I’d gotten pregnant. So maybe the pooch will be more pronounced again this time? I can hope. Better than looking like a freakin’ beached whale for 4 months.
So yeah. Clothes are getting tight. Already. GAH.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
