It's not pretty.
What vanity I have left would love to deny it. But I can't. No matter what I say, I have to admit...
I am showing at fifteen and a half weeks.
And here is your first official belly shot.
It could be worse, and while uncommon, it's not unheard of for me. When I was pregnant with Seth, I showed earlier than I ever had. I thought he was a fluke because during my subsequent pregnancy with Evany, things were back to my version of normal. I seem to have two kinds of pregnancies. Four of them have been incredibly similar, down to weight at the beginning and the end of pregnancy , where I am small and cute, don't show until after 20 some weeks, and people ask me what's wrong with my baby since I'm obviously too tiny for them to be healthy. Then there is the other side of the coin, where Seth's and apparently this baby's pregnancy fall. I show early-ish and gain a lot of weight comparatively and feel like a whale by the end. And my face gets super fat. Just you wait. It'll be awesomely terrible.
Strangely enough, whether I gain more or less weight seems to have no affect whether or not I have gestational diabetes. That seems like a ripoff, somehow. Also, I don't eat differently between pregnancies...I just gain differently. It's so strange. And there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.
So there it is. Baby number six making an early appearance. The plus side is that at least I know I'll get to wear all those maternity clothes that never saw the light of day in my last pregnancy! That was such a waste.
Ava's doing well today...sore and her cheekbone is bothering her, but she managed to eat soup for lunch and some pizza cut into super tiny pieces for dinner.
And now I have way too much homework to do when all I want to do is go to bed. Fun fun! Hope everyone is having a great weekend!