It’s been about five weeks now that the word’s been out about us having a baby.
Being 14 weeks pregnant, this week I’m wearing my size 3/4 pants.
The slow progression is making my clients nervous; and I find it kind and sweet of them to be concerned.
After checking in at the front desk and being invited to my station, my ladies will eye me up and down. There’s a brief moment of hesitation before they ask how I’m doing and acknowledge that I don’t look much bigger.
I can’t help but to imagine that in the back of their minds they’re wondering if I’ve miscarried and don’t quite know how to proceed. (Of course, these aren’t the women reading Square Piece!)
Last night at Bible study, my girlfriends were commenting over the fact that they keep waiting for a bump, but the bump never happens.
Though I insist that I’m wearing larger pants and lift my shirt to show the evidence of growth, I get nothing but moans and groans over tummy comparisons.
Mental note: if you still fall under the “Fit as a Fiddle” category, don’t show your belly to women who claim that they’re starting a diet tomorrow. Such carelessness could result in murderous plots.
PS: Happy birthday to my Momma! (You’re welcome to wish her blessings as well! I’ll absolutely share my comments with Momma today!)