Missing picture captioned “These are the butterflies that have been added to my mural over the past week.”
I don’t like wearing my jeans anymore. Maybe they’re getting tighter because my body is slowly starting to change. Maybe it’s because I recently washed them. Most probably it’s all in my head – I’m imagining discomfort because I really want there to be some tiny physical sign of this growing life inside me. Because other than slightly uncomfy jeans, I can’t say I’m experiencing many of the dreaded first-trimester symptoms. Which, I’m not going to lie, is kind of disappointing. (Please, remind me of this in 2 weeks when the nausea kicks in hard and I’m hugging the toilet for days!) But the lack of symptoms is definitely keeping this whole experience firmly in the surreal department. Life is continuing as it always has, working, teaching with a little bit of photogging thrown in … I’m just a lot more sleepy than I used to be. It definitely doesn’t seem real.
Perhaps the next dose of reality will come with my first real doctor’s visit this week. After weeks of calling and waiting, I’ve finally been assigned a family doctor. I get to meet him(?) this Thursday morning for an introductory medical history appointment. Not too terribly exciting, I suppose, but I’ll be quite glad to get advice on a couple of my silly paranoid first-time-mommy-to-be questions, and just to know that things are being looked after by a qualified professional. (But mostly I’m just really excited to find out when the big things happen: when do I get to hear the heartbeat, and when oh when is the ultrasound??)
In the meantime, I’ll just continue to stare at my belly every chance I get, trying to determine if there’s actually something developing there … or if it’s just a result of me being ravenously hungry all the time. (Speaking of which, I think it’s almost time for second breakfast!)