I see a lot of women give their unborn baby a cute little name, like "Blueberry" or "Peanut" or "Button." I haven't yet felt compelled to name this little thing growing inside of me (avocado-size, or so the Internets tell me), except for one girl's name that keeps swirling around inside my head. It's not a cute little nickname, it's a real, live name, one that I can see myself calling this baby if it ends up being a girl. For now, I'm content calling it "it"... I wonder if a cute nickname will ever come up. Knowing my husband and his cat-naming skills, I'd actually be surprised if he didn't come up with some kind of crazy name for our little one... I had my first full-blown pregnancy emotional meltdown yesterday. I'd been having a rough morning as it was (including a woe-is-me moment when I realized my bras are getting too small. I thought this was a problem I'd love but it led me to tears on Tuesday morning), and when my car wouldn't start, I melted down in the driveway. I sat there, bawling, wishing that I could just crawl back in bed. I called Lance and between gasps of air, managed to relay the message that "my.... ccccc-c-c-car... w-w-w-on't....s-st-st-aaaaart!" He laughed and said, "Just take my truck." That wasn't the point! I knew I could take his truck. I just wanted him to hear me cry. Today was a much better day, thankfully, made especially wonderful by re-watching this video posted below (if you haven't seen it, please watch it - it's so beautiful and happy! Confession: I did cry today, but it was the video that made me cry, and they were happy tears. You know, the kind of crying that really sends husbands for a loop.)
As far as this pregnancy is going, I'm definitely growing! My belly is quite visible through my clothes, and my biggest pair of work pants don't fit anymore - leggings and yoga pants it is until I fit into maternity pants. I'm going to seek out a Bella band or two, as well - I've heard many women sing their praises.
On Tuesday morning, a grade 11 girl exclaimed, "Mrs. L, your belly definitely got bigger over the weekend!" Then today, two grade 9 boys today told me they just thought I was eating too many doughnuts (they hadn't heard I was pregnant yet!). It's nice to get ...um... compliments about my belly?
