Aerial view. Has anyone seen my toes? They were here a few weeks ago…
This isn’t so much a TMI as it is an update – although the attached image of me below, semi-clothed, might be a little more of me than some are comfortable with.
I haven’t been one for pictures during this pregnancy, but I thought it might be good to post a recent image of my current form. I’ve already posted about being too big to shave, but really, I just feel so big in general. It’s amazing how, in a few short weeks I’ve gone to half of my wardrobe fitting to nothing fitting at all.
I’ve spent the first five months of this pregnancy feeling pretty good. This Friday marks my entry into the 24th week, and I gotta say, I’m pretty much over it now.
I’m in a constant state of discomfort: I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I can’t eat without crippling heartburn or reflux. I have blurred vision and a bad memory. My bodily functions are out of whack, my centre of gravity is shot all to hell, and I hurt. Everywhere. All of the time.
I would give anything to be able to poop like a normal person. Read more
Some time ago, I’d made a suggestion to the boy that we get away for a weekend of grown-up squooshy time before Peanut’s arrival. He agreed, and we wound up booking a lovely-ish little two-day retreat in Niagara Falls.
I found the boy’s Movember ‘stache distracting. I actually made him shave it off when we got home.
We chose one of the coldest weekends of the year to head down there, but the view from our room more than made up for the chill. I’d originally booked a suite with a dual-falls view, but when we got there, the concierge upgraded us for an extra $50 and we got the Presidential Suite on the 21st floor (yeah, baby). Read more
I’ve never been what you’d call a busty girl. In fact, I’ve never even had a “bust.”
All my life, I’ve been a barely-there A-cup, and for the most part, I’ve truly enjoyed my membership in the itty-bitty titty committee. Sure, there were some things that I could never hope to wear – even with the support of push-up bras, chicken cutlets and other devices used to create the illusion of a gravity-defying bosom, but I just always chose to wear things that highlighted my other assets. Like my sexy – dare I say enviable? – collarbones. My long neck and my tiny waist. My long legs. And a really great ass.
(Clearly, humility is not among my other assets. 😀 )
I have owned the same four bras for the last ten-plus years. How is this even possible? you may wonder. Easy. With such a small chest, there often isn’t a need to wear one, so my bras (and my boobs) have maintained their shape. As my pregnancy has progressed, I still haven’t worn one, but not because of the aforementioned aversion to them. For the first time in the history of man, my bras don’t fit. Not only that, I have cleavage.
Full disclosure: I’m lying down, but I’ve rotated the photo to show that there’s definite cleave-ing. I think this is the first time my left and right breasts have ever met each other.
After I took this photo, I sent it to the boy via text message. I won’t re-print his full response, but when he called later, he did say the words, “very nice” and “wow.” I think there even have been a “thank you, Lord,” and possibly some weeping.
Pardon the disarray (and the blur); I actually hate messy selfies. I’m also rather chuffed in this photo, and I couldn’t begin to tell you why…
Burgeoning baby bump! I am 14 weeks this week. According to my pregnancy app, Peanut is actually the size of a peach. Mmm…peaches. Too bad I’m allergic. Boo.
I’m gaining weight in the rear, and I have no idea who these thighs belong to, anymore.
I measured myself the other day, and I’m 32 inches around the middle; hips are currently 38 inches. I bought a pair of jeans from AE the other day (I refuse to purchase maternity clothing) and they were a size 10. As evidenced from the photo above, my underwear still fits – and that’s about it. Shorts I wore about two weeks ago don’t make it over my thighs today.
TMI Alert: The ladybits are getting plump, too. I kid you not. I also had no idea it was possible to gain weight down there. Read more
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).