I got away without purchasing a single pair of maternity pants when I was pregnant with Cohen. I carried him really high and he destroyed my ribs! Baby girl is sitting right on my bladder instead. But at least my ribs don’t hurt. So…none of my pants fit. Such a weird feeling after last time. The hair tie trick isn’t working!
After Monday’s post, my mom told me over the phone that I’m “really getting a belly”. A nice way of saying I’m huge! I am huge. But I am embracing this belly and savoring every second.