I don’t know if it’s just from having a small frame, or being short-waisted or what, but I’m already starting to show. I’m only seven and a half weeks along. This is of some consternation to me, as the boy and I are keeping this all under wraps until I have my first ultrasound, and I’ve still got another four weeks to go.
When I’m lying in bed at night, rubbing the belly, I can feel something there. Kind of like a lump. Not hard, but definitely lump-like. Fetus-like? I dunno; it certainly hasn’t always been there, though. I still haven’t had the appointment with Dr. Freedman. I’ll have to ask her about this thing I feel.
I snapped a pic to send to the boy today. I don’t usually love pics of myself au naturel, but I thought this was kind of cute. Look at my tummy. Just look at it! I’m not going to be able to keep this a secret much longer. Along with my burgeoning belly, the scale says I weigh 112 pounds. No big deal for normal-sized gals, but I’ve never been this heavy in my life.
I know. Shaddap. No one wants to hear from me.
There’s more than just air, in there! (Lovely art in background courtesy of the boy).