Presented to you, the third month of pregnancy
(or as I lovingly call it, the month of the pooch):
#1- Piper...terribly, horribly, utterly sick. And for some reason, I thought it would be nice to "look" like I was pregnant by pushing my fat belly out. That's not the baby folks. As much as I would like it to have been, Piper was NOT making her presence known that early. It's called a pooch.
#2- Samantha...still horribly and utterly sick, but THIS is definitely my body saying, "Hello. I have a baby in my belly. Do you want to see?" At least I could still fit into normal jeans at this point.
#3- "Derka"...not really feeling nauseous any more, thank goodness, 'cause obviously I found time to get dressed, fix my hair and put on a little bit of make-up. Oh, and as you can see, I'm poking out already. Thank you body elasticity for telling the world that I'm pregnant and can't fit into my normal pants anymore.
(or as I lovingly call it, the month of the pooch):
#1- Piper...terribly, horribly, utterly sick. And for some reason, I thought it would be nice to "look" like I was pregnant by pushing my fat belly out. That's not the baby folks. As much as I would like it to have been, Piper was NOT making her presence known that early. It's called a pooch.
#2- Samantha...still horribly and utterly sick, but THIS is definitely my body saying, "Hello. I have a baby in my belly. Do you want to see?" At least I could still fit into normal jeans at this point.
#3- "Derka"...not really feeling nauseous any more, thank goodness, 'cause obviously I found time to get dressed, fix my hair and put on a little bit of make-up. Oh, and as you can see, I'm poking out already. Thank you body elasticity for telling the world that I'm pregnant and can't fit into my normal pants anymore.
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Haha these posts are awesome! There should be a "like" button. ;)
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