I've always been told, especially since I've been pregnant, that your belly pops over night. You aren't really showing, and then you wake up the next morning and there it is.
Those people weren't kidding.
I've never really believed that because in my head, pregnancy is a long process and everything happens gradually. Well I was wrong. I went to bed last Wednesday (January 18) while Danny was at soccer...and woke up Thursday with a belly. Don't get me wrong, I was a slight chunk-a-dunk before I woke up, it was just more round and prominent. I don't love the fact that I'm going to be gaining weight, but it made me really happy to see more evidence of the sweet baby. And now it actually looks like a baby belly rather than just a hefty belly. I'll take it.
I could tell that being able to see the bump made Danny happy too. Now he has an excuse to touch my belly. He used to do that before I was pregnant and it drove me crazy because there was nothing inside and it made me feel like I was pregnant when really, I just had a belly.
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| 13 Weeks |
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The yellow dress picture was a couple days after 13 weeks...the pop is much more obvious. Holy cow.
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