I kept telling myself I was going to wait to announce my pregnancy until I could express an appropriate level of enthusiasm. If I had mentioned anything about being pregnant in those first 3 months, it would have been "this sucks, I'm sick, it's never going to get better, blah, blah, blah." Now that the nausea is (mostly) over and I've regained some energy, I am feeling a bit more excited about being pregnant. I cannot wait until I get to feel the baby move...that's the most wonderful thing about being pregnant (well, that and getting a child out of it, I guess). But, I'm also feeling a bit unnerved about starting over. And this time, handling the sleepless days and nights with a toddler. So I'm pretty much in denial that it's going to happen.
What I can't deny anymore, however, is my belly. Barely even poking out, but for some reason, I'm wearing maternity pants already. Also just ordered 3 pairs of stretchy pants online. Apparently I want to be comfortable this time around.
I had the timer set on the camera to take this picture and Libby kept running into my shot. I went to crop her out and then suddenly felt so guilty for even thinking of cropping my precious child out of the picture! So here you, go. Me at 14 weeks, and Libby at 19 months old.