Here’s a recent belly shot (17.5 weeks). I have grown substantially (in my thighs and butt cheeks) thanks to last week’s Easter dinner and leftovers.
I ponied up to the dreaded doctor’s scale and slid the marker further to the right than I would have liked. 5 pounds.
I think there are two kids in there.
I know that people say you show earlier with the second pregnancy but this is absurd.
I am starving. Beyond ravenous. And I hate it.
No, this isn’t a post about my ornery toddler. It’s a post about my foul moods as of late.
After calling every insurance company I could find and sadly discovering that no one will insure a pregnant woman who is within nine weeks of her due date, I cancelled my BlogHer registration yesterday.