Yeah yeah I know, 14 weeks ago was really more of the “point of no return” if you know what I mean… but I’m actually referring to my rapidly disappearing waistline. I think I’m at the stage where I can’t really hide it anymore. I’m not huge or anything yet, but I’m definitely showing. So much so, in fact, that apparently no one can believe it’s not twins (it’s not – I’ve had 2 ultrasounds, and they are NOT synchronized swimmers).
I wake up every morning and before I even open my eyes I instinctively touch my belly to see if perhaps I’ve turned into a house overnight. Just a gradual expanding so far, though.
I honestly am excited to be showing… but my preggo hormones made me feel fat last night after a day of like a dozen people saying how huge I am for 14 weeks. Stupid hormones. There’s no going back now I guess. I’m just gonna get bigger until September. May as well embrace it 
The little one is now around 3-4 inches long by the way. Major growth spurt ahead. Amazing!
you know … I don’t think that ever goes away – the “I wish I were just one step ahead”. It’s something I’ve felt for years. The other night I was hanging out with some friends (who have 2 young kids) and we were chatting about parenthood. I realized that I’m actually really happy to be exactly where I am right now – expecting that stage of life to start in September, but not there yet. It will be a HUGE change, and I’ll never ever be able to go backwards in time, so I darn well better enjoy this stage while it’s still around. Each stage of life brings it’s own ups and downs, and I want to enjoy EACH stage, and live in the present rather than always wishing for the future to hurry up and get here. Up ’til that night I was wishing for the pregnancy to hurry up so I could “finally” be a stay at home mom… but yet somehow I realized that the feeling was so familiar (wishing high school would end, wishing my wedding would hurry up and arrive, wishing university would end, wishing work would end, wishing our “time” for children to hurry up and come, etc etc etc… and time didn’t go any slower or faster in the end. Looking back, I wish I’d enjoyed some of those stages a bit more, and looking forward, I hope I actually get that lesson in my head before it’s too late and I’m looking back wishing I’d enjoyed the pregnant stage a bit more.
14 weeks pregnant, and loving every minute.
