Now what is going on with my belly? I’m only six weeks along and already I have a slightly sticky-out belly. Whaaaat?! I am now playing a game of smoke and mirrors with my fashion choices so that no one else around me starts to suspect, although I am thinking they are starting to suspect I’ve eaten too many cakes recently!
I am very glad that where I live summer weather has already struck, as loosely cut dresses are my friend right now. Anything with a proper defined waistline is either very uncomfortable or shows off a discernible belly – or both.
This weekend is Orthodox Easter which means a succession of family occasions and a series of times I’m going to have to find something to dress up in that doesn’t make me look too pregnant or make me feel too uncomfortable. I am also a tiny bit worried about all the times I am expected to be drinking wine. I think I might have to invent an illness or complain I’m deeply hungover and thus don’t want a drink. I’m also wondering how I am going to stay awake tomorrow night for the midnight church service as usually I’m tucked up in bed at 10.30pm at night!
Then next weekend is my husband’s brother’s wedding so LITERALLY his entire family will be there scrutinising me and most likely asking painful-procreating-related questions. Normally at such moments wine is my friend, but this time (assuming my scan on Thursday goes well), I will be going it all sober. Oh well, at least I can be the designated driver! I think I’ve got a good dress to wear that will disguise my bloated belly, but there might still need to be some sucking in at key moments.
At the moment I am calm going in to next week’s scan. I am starting to believe that this one might want to hang around for me. We passed the scan at this stage last time so I have zero reasons to think that the first scan will be anything but perfect, but then you never know and it feels like jinxing to be too confident too soon. Obviously the first scan is an important marker and -assuming all is well – the next marker will be to get beyond the 9 week mark.
I’m not a big believer, but sometimes you’ve got to think you are due a piece of good fortune.