As of today, I’m in my 16th week of pregnancy and everyday my bump gets a little bit more defined. I seem to be carrying high, which according to Old Wives Tales, means that baby jelly bean is a girl. However, according to 90% of the other old wives tales, baby is a boy. Also, according to the intuition of my closest friends and family, baby is already referred to as ‘he’ because they just know it’s a boy.
Exactly one month until we find out for sure! I know it sounds lame, but we’d be thrilled either way. Before trying to conceive, we both thought we wanted a girl, but after struggling for so long to get pregnant, we’re really just concerned that baby is healthy. Anything beyond that just adds to the excitement.
Now, at first, I was giddy over my growing belly, but now I’m starting to panic. In three weeks, I have to fit into a bridesmaid's dress that I ordered pre-pregnancy. I ordered one size up, just in case, but I’m starting to get concerned that in a few weeks’ time, I won’t be able to zip into the thing. Luckily, it’s A-line in shape and a bit flowly, so I’m hoping that I can pull it off.
Trouble is that baby is supposed to *double* in size in the next 4 weeks so who knows what I’ll look like on June 1. Here is what I look like today: