Thursday, September 20, 2007
Yeah. That's an ultrasound picture, taken last Thursday, at 8 and a half weeks.
We were going to wait longer to tell the world, but today, I woke up with a big ol' pregnant tummy, which is cool with me because I haven't gained any weight, and all my pants still fit if I wear them really low.
But I think maybe the reason I haven't gained in any weight is either A) I have been too queasy to eat for the past month or so, B) My boobs are even smaller than they were pre-breastfeeding, or C) I have only been working out 4 days a week, so all my muscle tone is gone, and fat weighs less than muscle anyway.
Still, I didn't show with Harry until 20 weeks-ish, and that was only when I would pooch my stomach way out, so it's creepy to be this big this soon.
Baby #2 is due at the end of the Spring semester (see-- you spend 5 years studying Planned Parenthood, and you get really damn precise at family planning).
And yeah. We're freaking the eff out. Oh and yeah. That's why I've been such a colossal bitch lately.
(One more thing: If you want to see the really funny sticky-outy vein in Ben's forehead, ask him how many home pregnancy tests I took-- just ask him-- it's funny.)
(Last thing, I promise: Harry knows where the baby is, and he kisses it-- cute, huh?)