I go back and forth on whether to be concerned or proud that I’m not showing yet. At 17.5 weeks, I probably should be. At least, that’s what all the bump pictures on the interwebs tell me. But I’m sort of not. At least not in a pregnancy sense. I look a little fluffier, but not pregnant. I still fit into most of my pants and the full panel maternity pants I bought (they were on sale and I can’t pass up sales) look foolish since all the extra fabric is loose and hangs and looks like I deflated.
The only time I feel like I have THE BUMP is after I eat a big meal. Then there’s no denying it. I go from normal to enlarged in minutes. It’ll go away, but for a good hour I can’t suck it in or hide the fact that all of a sudden lunch formed into a potbelly that has nowhere to go but out.
I think I’m going to stay on the proud side of the fence. When the doctor gives you orders to eat more ice cream, you’ve got to be doing something right. That said, pants are getting tighter faster and it won’t be long now. I fear I am going to pop and pop loudly.
How I view myself:
How I really look at 17 weeks:
I know there’s something in there – I’ve seen it! Unless it really is just an elaborate hoax.
Also, I can still see my feet!
I recently posted some Week 10 pictures here, for comparisons sake. And so I can easily find them when I went to wistfully remember when.