Because, as luck would have it, I have gained 3/4 of an inch in the belly region. No, seriously. I measured a few weeks ago (I was ordering pants of the internet, before the sense got knocked into me and I decided to go to a real store with real people and real pants), and I measured again on Friday.
It sounds impossible, but when I was pregnant with Leah I got a little rounder by about week 6, so I suppose being 5 weeks and already a different size shouldn't surprise me, especially the second time around.
The difference this time is just how big a difference that 3/4 of an inch makes. I'm rockin' a belly that hangs over the jeans, people. Leaving me in a constant state of having to hike up my pants.
So, in honor of my growing tummy, it's time to play guess how pregnant I look!
5 weeks (ish)
Now, to be fair, last time around I was starting at a size four and weighed as much as I did in high school. Clearly, that's not realistic for me without a crazy diet and more exercise than Jillian Michaels.
This time around, I'm a little bigger and admittedly carrying a little more fat on my body. What is amazing to me though is how it has shifted. As long as I stood up straight, two weeks ago I had a flat belly.
Now, well... there is just no way for me to suck it in enough that I don't look three months pregnant (or, er... more).
And you know what? Even though I might wind up the size of a circus tent before this is over (let's recap: I'm the same size this September as I was two Septembers ago, even though that one was due in March and this one is due in May), I'm happy.
Like, really, really happy.