My bun is turning into a loaf.
So, here it is. I know you've all been aching to see it.
Before.
Just look at that tummy. Flat as flat could be (well, my whole front is, if you're really looking). Perfectly toned and beautiful. I took great pride in my lack of belly.
Now.
WHOA NELLY!!!!!!!! Now, ain't that some shit? That was last week at 4 1/2 months. Can you imagine what I'll look like 5 months from now? I've become the most avid cocoa butter user I've ever known, slathering it on myself from clavical to knees, night and day. I don't have a single stretch mark on my entire body as of now and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible.
I'm a psycho, I know. But I've always taken great pride in my body and I'll continue to do so, even though I'm pregnant. I am a dancer, after all. Not that I'm doing any of that these days. But God knows, I miss it terribly!
In 15 days, I find out if the baby's a boy or a girl. I keep having dreams that it's a boy, but Peter thinks that it's going to be a girl. So, who knows? As long as all of it's plumbing works and it has all of it's limbs and facial features correctly in place, I'll be fine. I just want a healthy baby. And a cute one.
Please, God, don't let it look like I did as a child. I was hideous.