17 weeks

My doctor welcomed me back to the land of the living at my appointment this morning, figuring that I should be over the worst of the morning sickness. He’s mostly right. I didn’t tell him that I gagged after drying my hair today, but overall, I am no longer a zombie.

In fact, I have now officially gained weight. Now before some of you ladies get angry that I have only gained 4 pounds in 17 weeks, let’s remember what it takes to have a low number like that. Nausea and vomiting. Lots of it. Oh, and that lovely trip to the ER (which is apparently going to cost a pretty penny). Nonetheless, I gained 7 pounds since last month, putting me only +4 overall. I mentioned that maybe I should start laying off the Chick-fil-a now that my weight will actually start to catch up with me, but he actually encouraged me to go to Chick-fil-a for lunch today. So I did. Because I always follow doctor’s orders.

I do feel like I’m showing much sooner this time around than last; apparently that has to do with weak core muscles left over from the last time. I’ve pulled out the maternity clothes, but found that the pants don’t quite fit yet, and most of the shirts I had were more appropriate for work than for the life of a stay-at-home mom. So I’ve had to do a little shopping. And of course, I’ll be doing some more; especially since Chris and I have booked a babymoon to Mexico at the beginning of next month (thanks to my mom for offering to watch Miles). Of course I’m excited for the trip, but also realize that it will mean buying a maternity swimsuit or two. Because shopping for regular swimsuits isn’t bad enough.

And here’s the baby bump from this morning (before filling up on waffle fries). Please excuse the mess that we call our office; it’s the only room we left half-packed in preparation for moving again this summer (to our NEW house…more on that later).