Or am I showing super early? Not that I was ever what I’d call skinny – but I don’t think there’s any call for my maternity clothes to fit so perfectly so fast. I dug them all out of my closet earlier – and tried on a pair of my favorite capris – and they fit. Absolutely. Then I put on my favorite maternity top – lo and behold – I’m pregnant!
I’m thinking twins. In the same way that I always think I’m pregnant, I always think every pregnancy is twins. All a result of the first so incredibly surprising pregnancy that I lost – that one was twins. Combining my natural inclination to assume that I’m having twins, with my pre-existing little pot belly, plus zippo stomach muscles after having Jess and Sam and marked dislike of sit-ups – I’m feeling huge. And looking huge – will probably be big as a whale by the time April rolls around.
But the way I’m looking at it – this is probably the last time I’ll do this – so I might as well get all the enjoyment out of it that I can. That’s part of why I told everyone so early – even if, God forbid, I miscarry, this is still a baby, this is our baby, and I’m already so incredibly attached to it. As is Miss Jessica – this kid can’t WAIT to see the baby. It’s all she talks about. And she’s being so sweet, she keeps bringing me cups of water to make sure I drink enough.