Friday was the day that I had to pop open the jeans (that I wore just fine only a week before!) and use the old rubber band looped around the button and through the hoop trick. I was really pretty uncomfortable for most of the weekend, but again, in my continued quest to try not to complain about my BLESSINGS, I just sort of sucked it up. Today? Man, oh MAN did I show! All day, people kept telling me I looked like a snake that just ate a huge mouse, and they are sort of right. I told John baby was showing out pretty big today and he also was amazed when he got home. Tomorrow is 10 weeks, so I guess technically it makes sense that I'd be showing, but wow!
Now, for reference, I am NOT a big person. I am 4' 11 and 3/4" (that 3/4 makes a big difference!) tall. Most days, I way between 93-98 pounds. I know, I know, I'm very lucky. I was born 4 lbs. 4 oz., and have had the pleasure of coming from small women and having respiratory ailments for which treatment included drugs that stunted growth (as if I needed that!) Don't hate me because I'm little, because in truth, it carries its own issues, trust me.
So, though the picture may be deceiving, here in the Ennis household (as well as the school arena--one of my kids told me today "it was a good thing I told them I was pregnant because otherwise he'd have thought I was packing on the pounds!" Ah...out of the mouth of babes!), the stomach is already making quite the debut!