Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I'm not fat, I'm...

PREGNANT. I am still only six weeks along and ordinarily I would wait until after I had seen the doctor to make an announcement like this, but a couple of forces are encouraging me to go public:

1. My Husband.
He is a proud daddy and he can't seem to resist working, "We're expecting," into all sorts of conversations. He started doing this even before I'd taken a pee test. "Honey, don't you think we should wait to tell people until after I've taken a pregnancy test?" I asked him. "I know you're pregnant," he responded. "Because you're getting so moody."

2. My Belly.
As previously mentioned, I am only six weeks along. According to all the literature I have read on the topic, pregnant women do not "show" at this stage. My belly, which does not read, has already expanded so that my pants won't close.

Those of you who do not live locally enough to see my amazing growing belly may be thinking, "Surely, so early, any body changes could only be noticeable to yourself. I'll bet no one else has noticed." I was hoping this could be the case until I visited Home Depot last night. Every time I reached for a moderately heavy object, a kind sales rep or fellow customer stopped me and fetched it for me. Bless them; this kind of courtesy is one of the things I like about being pregnant, but I just hadn't planned on being so obviously pregnant so soon.

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations to you (and the proud father)!