I now feel like my belly is growing by the day. Every time I catch myself in the mirror, especially after a shower I start to think: Whoa. This is strange, because being only 4 months along, some other people aren’t even showing yet. I’m running out of clothes that fit rapidly, and even other parts of me, in Greg’s words, “Take out” are not keeping up to the belly. I haven’t gained any weight either, probably due to my aversion to all the really good things in life - chocolate, Peanut Butter, Coffee, etc. A crime, yes, and all due to the alien-uh-child growing inside of me. I just hope that someone will bring me Bernard Callebaut chocolates with crunchy or toffee centers to the hospital so I can finally enjoy something again other than chicken
fingers and fresh bread.
Soon, Greg will probably be posting pics of my growing belly, it’s just hard to pose for them, because the in-between stage is halfway between looking fat and looking pregnant, and it’s just starting to look more pregnant than fat.
Anyway, 9 days to the ultrasound, and we will be able to see our baby for the first time. It gives me warm & fuzzy thoughts just saying it. We will get that picture up ASAP for you all to see, and hopefully we will be able to tell boy or girl. Yay!