my lovely hubby commented this morning that i was starting to look pregnant. (those were not quite his exact words, but that was the general gist of things.) i love him, but this is not exactly what i wanted to hear at 8am as i was getting out of the shower and trying to figure out which pants i can still fit into. poor guy, i didn't take it exactly well and i know what he meant - that he enjoys seeing the woman he loves start to visibly show that she is carrying his baby - but he just kept digging himself into a hole. i reminded him that the baby books he's been reading voraciously are quite adamant that daddy should NOT under any circumstances comment on how much weight mom is gaining or how flabby or saggy her bottom is getting.
unfortunately, he's noticed what i've been noticing for the past two weeks or so: that my body is really starting to change. at the moment i'm not thrilled about it because i don't really look pregnant unless you know intimately what i look like un-pregnant (like brian does). otherwise i just look like i can't lay off the krispy kremes and halloween candy. my pants still fit for the most part - the waistband is just tight - but i did discover this morning that the cummerbund of my gypsy costume doesn't fit anymore. (i had to find a different, less restrictive costume to wear to hand out candy tonight.)
all that to say, i cannot wait for when i actually start looking like a pregnant lady. then at least i have an excuse to eat all those krispy kremes.
we are at: 12 weeks 5 days.
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