I had an idea for a blog post about three weeks ago.
I even took pictures for it.
then I got lazy busy. (That’s it. I was busy. That sounds so much better than lazy.) I still have the pictures, but they’re kind of out of date now.
See, I saw this book at the library.
I got it just to see if it had any new insights into my pregnancy and turned to my week, which was 21 weeks at the time.
I was hoping to see: “You will finally feel good at 22 weeks. Hang in there! Just a few more days to go.”
Instead I saw this:
Did you see that?
“It would be hard to hide your condition!”
And then I looked in the mirror and thought,
Strangers would dare ask me if I’m pregnant?
And they wouldn’t worry about me biting their heads off or running out of the store crying?
I guess I find that hard to believe. (Even without the over-sized sweatshirt.)
But now that I’m sliding into 24 weeks, none of this applies anymore.
At 23 weeks and a handful of days, I think it’s safe to say that I’m showing.