This counting thing is so strange. I've known I was pregnant for a whole 26 hours now, but I'm 30 days pregnant. I'll get over it soon I'm sure, but man, super odd.
Anyway, still haven't told anyone about it. I have an ultrasound scheduled for two weeks from today so my plan is to wait until I hear good news at the Doctor and then spill the beans. This is probably my biggest news ever and I'm just sitting twiddling my thumbs and trying to pretend life is going along as normal. Boo to that.
As far as I can tell, there are two types of pregnant women. The first type look like they always look except they have stuffed a beach ball under their shirt. This is the type that from the back doesn't really look pregnant at all. Then there are the rest of us. We get the beautiful pregnancy belly, and the rest of our body feels left out so it balloons too. For us (and I'm just guessing here that I'm in this catagory, but I'm super bloated so it's a good guess), it looks like our baby fat has returned our faces and we just sort of look swollen. Oh well, so be it. At least I get some new clothes, right?
Days Pregnant: 30
Days to go: 250