You guys. It’s here. This is me at 11w/3d
So that was two weeks ago. Last night as I was reminding myself not to lay on my back, I felt A Bump. Not a Bloat, which I’ve had since day one, but A Ginuwine Bump. Proof at 13w/4d:
The top button on the jeans is history. I bought a bella band today at Target, mostly because I can’t find maternity jeans that don’t slide their way down my hips in 10 minutes. Low rise has always annoyed me, but apparently it’s mandatory for maternity jeans? What about just a front panel and jeans that actually cover your ass when you sit down? If you find them, send me a link.
Another exciting note: I AM IN MY SECOND TRIMESTER. I’M WORKING OUT AND EATING PROTEIN AGAIN. I DON’T FEEL LIKE SHIT. In fact, yesterday I was a little hypomanic and cleaned out both cars, updated the radio in the Camry, did a ton of freelance work, washed a bunch of clothes, put away the million things that were hiding in our car trunks, did a bunch of financey stuff online, went grocery shopping, made lunch and dinner, started reading Happiest Baby on the Block, and a few other things I can’t remember. Whew.
Anyway, that’s my tummy. Elmer the Fudd lives there. In one month and two days, we find out whether Elmer is Elmer or Elmyra, and then shit gets real. S/he waved at us on our 12 week ultrasound, and I couldn’t tell if it was all “hey mom, hey dad!” or “what is this instant oatmeal shit? BACON AND EGGS, WOMAN.”