But nobody else can tell, gosh darn it!
I’m 12 weeks along, as of yesterday, and although I’ve gained somewhere between 4-5 pounds the most I’ve managed is to look a little “fluffy” and I have to rubber band some of my jeans shut because I can’t button them (well, I can, but it isn’t comfortable). Pregnancy belly? Nope, I look like a party hearty sorority girl, strolling around in sweat pants and fighting a losing battle with the freshmen 15.
Now, I know I’m most likely not going to be super large-the ultrasound tech said, “Aww, hunny, it’s going to take you awhile to show, you’re little.”-but it’d be nice to have an actual pregnancy BUMP not a blob. So the guys at Papa John’s (who now know me, and my order, by name) don’t think I’m some weird blond chick with a cheesestick fetish eating herself up a couple pants sizes.
It’d be nice- what with the constant queasyness, my issues with smells, sore boobs, and constant need to pee-too LOOK as pregnant as I feel. Right now when I talk to my belly button people just give me really strange looks and move to different checkout aisles…
By the way, I’m not planning on finding out the sex of the baby until birth SO until that point, I’ve dubbed it “Potato” since thats what it’ll resemble the most when I see it first. A super adorable potato, but still rather reddish and lumpy. I can’t wait till Spring 🙂