Nobody ever tells you about the wierdness of showing/not quite showing, (depending on what you're wearing) of feeling pregnant some days, and then some days it all seems theoretical, even after you've heard the heartbeat, and seen the fuzzy ultrasound. Theoretical because you haven't felt any movement yet, and you're not really sure if you look actually pregnant, or just thick around the middle.
It's a lot of waiting, this first half of the pregnancy--and I know that the waiting will just become more prolonged, and pronounced as time goes on.
All I can do is wonder, and wait, and try to pretend like I'm not obsessed with my body.
The baby, the sprog, the kid-to-be still seems a very very long way away.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment