Nothing much is going on. I continue to feel ill most of the day. I have very little patience with anything or anyone, and pretty much just want to sleep all day. Today though, I put on a dress/tunic type thing that is figure hugging and realised I have hit a milestone of sorts: I can't stuck my gut in.
Now, mostly I use pregnancy as an excuse to not have to do so in the first place. But sometimes, a girl would like to pretend she isn't carrying a modest spare tire, and would like the option to suck it in. That one is no longer on the table it seems.
I can feel a slight soreness if I crouch down in a way which squishes my belly against my legs and the bump (which of course we all know is mostly fat and bloat this early) does not go away when recalled into the depths of my abdomen. Both those items tell me that I can now call it a bump. A very small one still, but a bump indeed it is.
Which means it's time to document. I was mostly good about photos when Alexander was the occupant, so I am going to at least try to do half as well this time. Poor
kid, I'm only even trying for 50%.
Anyway, here s/he is: Blob, making him/herself known.
8 weeks pregnant with Blob
I would give you a photo of Alexander at a similar "age", but I seem to have one from 6 weeks and the next at 13. I'm thinking that it's true that A) you "pop" earlier with a first kid and B) I'm fatter now.
Thirteen weeks pregnant with Alexander
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