When I was pregnant with O, I lived in constant fear that something would go wrong. It took us so long to get pregnant that I was convinced that a part of me would break if it didn't work out. And because of that we told absolutely no one that I was pregnant until I was well over twelve weeks along and I bought nothing for the baby-to-be until I was over five months pregnant, fearing that I would jinx myself if I did.
Things feel different this time. I still worry (and probably always will), but I also feel more at peace with the whole process (please don't let those be famous last words...).
And I feel even more at peace after last Friday - when we were able to see the little one moving around and having a grand old time in my uterus.
A grainy, black and white photo never looked so good.
Another positive? Remember this tunic that made me look pregnant - even when I wasn't. Well it seems to work perfectly as a transitional maternity top (you know, as you transition from regular pants that are so tight that they're cutting off your circulation to maternity pants that are so large that they barely stay on). Yep, the clothing choices are few and far between nowadays.