I have a belly.
Look, I'm not a skinny girl. I've always had a belly. I'm apple-shaped. But my belly is a LOT bigger than it was even two weeks ago. I can't button my jeans - I'm holding them together with a hair elastic, although I'm hoping to finish sewing a belly band by tomorrow.
So yeah, everyone who ever told me that you pooch out about three seconds after your bfp with baby #2 was dead on.
Also, my boobs are bigger and inexplicably warm.
So the question is, how do I keep this pregnancy under wraps for the next seven weeks?
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Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.
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3 comments:
Tell everyone that you like cheeseburgers. You REALLY like cheeseburgers. LOL
Ditto Stacey, cuz really with a 2nd pregnancy, either you are fat, or pregnant. Take your pick.
Keep your coat on! Hold Kali in front of you wherever possible. Walk a few paces behind Mr. D. and say it's because you're practicing wifely deference. Sit cross-legged and don't get up. Wear muu-muus.
Bald guys walk into a room, all they see is hair; you walk into a room, all you see is bellies. Relax... not everybody is looking.
And muu-muus are the new yoga pants!
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