Lull in the good vibes

From about week 13 to now, I have had a lull in the good vibes. What I mean by that is my queasiness abated then completely disappeared only to be replaced by … nothing. My bump hadn’t appeared through clothing, nor did I feel constantly sick-to-my-stomache. At least while nauseaus, I felt pregnant. So, for about three weeks now, I haven’t felt pregnant. Not in the least. Just lazy and picky about eating and fat underneath the skinny clothes. It didn’t help, and doesn’t help, that everyone I run into asks a question then makes a comment: “How far along are you?” “You’re Not Showing At All!” Yes, I am showing, but only Dave and I can tell!

Today, I dressed in a J.CREW tissue top and my old pre-preggo GAP jeans and my belly pooched out above the jeans and below the top. I feel like I’ve finally started to show underneath some of these clothes… and we’re half-way through our 17th week. (While pregnant, don’t count the week until you’ve survived it. So, though we’re 16 weeks along, we’re in the process of completing the 17th week.) Yes, I am one of those ladies who will love the big bump and probably miss the cute clothes I have yet to buy once they don’t fit anymore. I don’t plan on being one of those dumpy-looking pregnant women who only wear HUGE tee-shirts.

I’m still not feeling the little Barnes moving around yet, or maybe I have but don’t know it. I can tell a big difference when I’ve got a cat on my lap. No more belly-enjoing, Samba… gotta stick to the legs. Too much pressure from the cat-feet makes a bladder need to go.