Here I am last weekend. 16 weeks. Which doesn't sound like much. So let's say 4 months. That's heaps better.
And would you believe? This is the first belly shot. In fact, this may be the first photo taken of me since the discovery of Baby M-G 3. I have felt completely un-cute and thus, no photos. A shame really because some day I'll look back and think I was young and lovely and wonder why I wasted all that time feeling bad about myself.
To be honest, I still feel distinctly un-cute. We went to a wedding last weekend (which I plan to write a post about) and the photos of me just make me want to weep. I look like a giant ball with too much blush on and no discernible knees or ankles. Sigh.
My shoes were beautiful. But I couldn't walk in them.
Double sigh (one for each gorgeous but torturous heel).
I am happy about one thing though. I was quite worried that even the bloom of pregnancy could not restore my baps to something of their former glory….
And now, a few more deeply insightful pregnancy thoughts.
You know you're pregnant when:
- You start having weird dreams – I dreamt that my mum turned up to my wedding wearing the dress Pippa Middleton made famous at the recent royal wedding. It wasn't cute.
- You daydream about food – I caught myself wondering what I would select as my final meal if I were on death row.
- You cry at the lamest shit – bawled my eyes out when Love Story by Taylor Swift played on the car radio. Embarrassing.
- You have no discernible knees or ankles. Sigh.
I am now 17 weeks. Three more weeks until the 20 week scan!