I promise that I am truly very happy with our newest, and littlest (the size of a lentil bean!) surprise.
No one else knows!
I JUST LOOK CHUNKY AGAIN.
Like, not chunky chunky.
But damn. I was looking GOOD.
The bloat. The damn bloat.
Remember how quickly pregnant looking I got last time??
8 weeks with Ev.
Welp, I guess I am really in for it this time.
How did I never notice how clingy my cotton summer dresses were before now? I always thought they would be great for hiding early pregnancy. JUST KIDDING. They are all like, oh hey! Look at this belly growing already!
I just hate that people will think I'm fat for a while. Just when I was feeling all rejuvenated by getting my body back.
There's always next time, right?
Evelyn is eleven months old, I'm six weeks pregnant with "Baby G: The Sequel" (husband's vote for a nickname - ugh.)
...and please let me believe that there is body recovery after the next time. Please.