One word has described pregnancy so far - weird.
But tonight I decided it's taking on a new bunch of words - not as weird as I thought.
My belly is just starting to poke out - like I can't suck it in
and make it look how it did before kind of thing... And it's actually not as horrible as I imagined. It definitely has it's discomforts, but for once I looked in the mirror and thought how excited I was.
Typically my mind is consumed with selfish thoughts like, "oh gosh, now my pants aren't gonna fit my fat butt", or "before I know it I'll be waddling like the rest of 'em", etc... Feeling a little pessimistic about it all to say the least.
But for the first time I admired my little growing belly tonight and thought,
"aww, there's a little baby in there".
Then it all seemed worth it.