23 Weeks
I’m 135 this morning and, according to Daryn, should no longer be wearing horizontal stripes. Daryn has a history of not being very tactful around pregnant women, he once told a very pregnant friend that she looked like a watermelon in her pink and green shirt.
The baby’s been moving like crazy this week and frankly it has me terrified. Pregnancy didn’t really feel any different up until a couple of weeks ago. I’d completely forgotten the misery of the first few months, I’d mostly been able to fit into all of my clothes and I was still shopping my usual designers, my eating habits hadn’t really changed, and I was trying to convince my coworkers it was way too early to hire a part time person for me to start training as my replacement at work. But lately I’ve become convinced that there is indeed something living inside of me, and once it comes out it’s going to change everything.
