First trimester was a breeze compared to what some of my girlfriends have been and are going through. Many compliments from coworkers and friends about my "glow" have been sweet words of affirmation. But one thing that kept coming up from person to person was the fact I wasn't "showing". At first I was a little proud of it, someone who has struggled to keep my weight down for most of my adult life suddenly to hear "you should have a tummy but you don't" was music to my ears. But then that motherly instinct kicked in...you know that one that says you should be worried. So, I started getting worried about it. "Why wasn't I showing? Was the baby growing properly? Was I eating enough? Was I eating right?" Although my Doctor continued to assure me I really didn't need to gain much or even show until week 20, it was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.
Fast forward to Week 17 (this week) and I can finally say, "It has arrived!! I have a baby bump!" I first noticed while I was at the movies, sitting there thinking "Good grief do I need to unbutton my pants they are so tight?" When I got home that night waiting until hubby was busy in the other room to assess the situation and sure enough, there it was a little bump. And only to confirm what I thought I was seeing, the next night, Paul says "Can I tell you something and you promise you won't get upset? I think you have a bump." {smile}
Needless to say, something that would have many months ago mortified me to see (a gut) has now brought reassurance and an increased excitement for what is taking place inside my body.
