You can only see it when I'm naked or when I'm wearing stretch pants, which I am inclined to do much more often these days. I know...already with the stretch pants. But it is there! Baby says hihi! Or rather hola!
It's a bit of a strange bump. It's low, very close to my crotch. Nothing like the bump of a big meal. It's like my body goes in from my breasts down to the bump where it suddenly just plumps out like, well, a piece of fruit sticking out of my body. (I'm clearly still thinking of my plum-sized uterus!) My husband and I keep forgetting to start taking our weekly photographs to capture my body's changes. Well, we're already pass zero to something because this baby bump is already something!
My morning sickness varies day by day and my hunger has not waned a bit. Imagine feeling like you want to throw up while simultaneously experiencing the most intense hunger of your lifetime...several times a day. Sometimes, I eat a whole bagel and I'm starving again about 15 minutes later. I'm eating more for sure, but I've only gained a pound since I learned I was pregnant. I guess baby is taking care of it. Plus, I'm still exercising almost as much--I've just cut out my weekend workouts for the most part so that I have more lounging time.
I've had a bit of transformation in my psychology of self a bit lately too. I have so little desire to dress up cute, let alone sexy. I want to wear cover-up clothes and comfy shoes. I saw a cute pair of high heels the other day and thought to myself--maybe in a few years I will wear something like that again. Wha? I hear that the second trimester will be different though, so I'm already hopeful. I used to enjoy getting dressed up cute! Now it just feels like a chore that pales in comparison to everything else moving around in my head. I bet once the bump is bigger, noticeable through clothes, I'll have fun planning a whole wardrobe around it. That'll be my return to self!
I love the baby bump. I already love our baby, somehow! I enjoy cradling it. I cannot wait until my first full-blown prenatal care appointment on September 28. Sydney said that they may do the first ultrasound then. Eeeee! How exciting. If things look good on the screen and heartbeat sounds good (I'll be 10 weeks then), then there will only be a 3% chance of miscarriage from then on. It'll be a huge relief.
Last weekend, I had the pleasure of hanging out with two babies on my day trip with Sarah to go bridal gown shopping. It was pretty surreal. I felt this new comfort holding the babies, like I'm a bona fied person who has the capacity to do it and not do something stupid like drop the baby. It's like, well, my body says I'm capable so might as well live like it. I also feel more maternal towards children I see on the street. I feel more invested in how they are being cared for. I've joined some legion of parents and future parents that need to heal all children. It's a bit overwhelming, especially since our city is full of so much negligent parenting. Here's hoping I don't have the gall to take my baby bump into the war on behalf of Philadelphia's children. I don't think having just a baby bump qualifies me for much. Except a whole lot of excitement. :)
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