So, this week there’s no change really. Well, I’ve gained a few pounds……in my bra. Seriously. My acorns are no longer acorns!!! It’s a miracle!!! I look proportional!!! I’m no porn queen, thank the Lord, but my chest finally doesn’t look like the flatlands of western Kansas. (I think using the words ‘porn queen’ and ‘the Lord’ in one sentence is a no-no. Eh, someone have a drink ready for me in Hell.)
You have no idea what it’s like to not have boobs, and now I have boobs! It’s crazy!! For those of you that were blessed with tatas bigger than two bee stings, I envy you. For everyone else, you know exactly what I’m talking about!
It’s just awesome.
Well, except that the girls hurt like Hell, and trying to deal with the ‘added’ obstacles at bed time is proved to be a little bit of a challenge. I kinda feel like MacGyver trying to find a comfortable PJs to wear and then a comfortable position where things aren’t ‘squished’.
But other than that, it’s just awesome!!
I think it solidifies my desire to make the acorns into plump lemons someday by way of surgery. After kids, of course. Don’t know how the hubby feels about that, but I think we’ll need to discuss.
As far as the baby goes, it is about the size of an orange seed. Cute little sweet orange seed. Awwwwww. The baby is growing all it’s important major and minor bodily systems like the digestive, circulatory, nervous and so on. And it’s growing some organs too! Heart, lungs, stomach, etc. The baby’s heart is already hard at work, beating like a little drum. Apparently the baby looks more like a tadpole than anything. Just a mini-head and a tail. I guess that’s not really so awwwww, but oh well.
I still can’t believe that I’m actually preggars. And you know what, I kinda hate that word. It’s weird. But I’m weird. So whatever. Anyways. Being pregnant is still kinda of a shock. I mean, I’m excited and can’t wait to see this little person’s face, but at the same time I’m scared shitless.
I’m trying not to think about all the bad things that can happen, but it’s hard. I’m not even going to type them out. Because I’m going to have a perfectly normal pregnancy and end it with a bouncing, screaming, crying, chubby-faced, messy, little person come August!!! Positive thinking, right?! Right.
Tune in tomorrow for Week 6! That's when we told most of the parents. At Christmas. It’s going to be amazeballs!!!!