Scott finally took a few shots of the belleh, but he still needs a little practice with my camera. This one, the best of the lot, was a bit blurry so I added some softness effects to it in Picnik. It's still so hard for me to believe that the little nugget is only about as big as a croissant, yet my body has changed this much. How did my intestines move so far up into my abdomen? At 14.5 weeks, some women have barely started showing and are perhaps still hiding their pregnancies, whereas I had strangers asking me about it at 8 weeks.
The appetite is still weird. I'm hungry a lot, and can eat more variety of foods (the aversions are pretty much gone, though the texture of shrimp is still completely appalling to me for some reason), but I can only eat a fraction of the volume of food I could pre-pregnancy. Kinda sucks, I was really looking forward to packing it away with a lumberjack's abandon before I got pregnant. I haven't gained any weight in a month, and I feel like I should have at least put a few pounds on. I'm up only ten pounds, and that was all gained in the first trimester.
Water aerobics has been fun. The girls in the class are sweet and funny, and not at all Stepford-y like I assumed they'd be. It's really wonderful to see so many round bellies and curvy bodies in their various stages of gestation. I feel like I can now relate to other women in a way that I always thought so "women with a y," so yaya/travelling pants-ish, so eyeroll-inducing. A lot of my cynicism about "sisterhood" is still there, but I think I'm starting to soften up a bit in a way that I kind of like.