T spent this past week traveling to Michigan for work. K & E stayed home to play and around Wednesday I noticed something mysterious was happening. My belly popped! Overnight. I have no idea what happened, but suddenly I'm realizing that this is just the beginning of what I can expect from my pregnancy with Baby A and Baby M.
I never took pregnancy pictures when I was expecting E. Quite frankly, I struggled to be putting on weight that I feared would never come off. And let's be honest, donning elastiband pants does nothing to make a girl feel good about herself. But this time around I feel more secure, likely due to the fact that I lost my E pregnancy weight. I think it's fun to see people's reactions when I tell them I'm 5 months pregnant with twins. Their responsive look is one of sympathy/shock/enthusiasm. I can't wait to see their faces in another 3 months!