I’m liking the silhouette photo, I might have to do this every week. I’m loving that my butt sticks out just as much as my bump. Makes me feel a little balanced lol. Even my boobs look different thanks to my new bra. Better than some of those Madonna/Traffic Cone contraptions they tried to put on me… plus it’s damn pretty. I’m going to Casey’s this afternoon to borrow a few clothes to boost my dwindling wardrobe. It’ll be fun dressing up my bump.
I thought I would despise my ever expanding pregnant body but to be completely honest, I’m in adoration of it. It’s finally doing what I’ve wanted and willed for it to do for so long. Some days I wonder where I would be if I never had my Lap. If the Endo was never removed. If I never sought out the best Gyno in Sydney. If I never begged for his help via email that night. It was never going to be a case of “be patient“, “when the body’s ready” or anything to do with how young I am. The surgery fixed my Mummy-Machine. I’m so grateful and proud.
I’m proud I took the steps to take charge of my health and treat my conditions and even more proud of the strong man who held my hand through it all. This is just as much his journey as it is mine. We’re in it together, as we always have been. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive partner. I can’t believe I’ll love our baby more than anything else in the world. How can I love someone else when this man claims my whole heart?
But I do love our little baby already. It’s still hard to believe Little Mez is at the halfway mark. More than likely I’ll have a C-section and we’ll discuss it with the Ob on Thursday. We’ll get to see Bub on Tuesday for the whole work up and if the Gods allow, we might even find out if Little Mez is a He or a She. I asked Steve again if he wants to know, just to make sure and his response, as always was “Is the Pope Catholic?”. Daddy’s keen as mustard. He’ll be setting up the Cot at the start of May, just in time for his birthday and while his Dad and sister Heather are visiting.
Why am I cradling a little chocolate bunny? Well, the bunny is exactly the same size (15cm) as our Little Mez and I think it’s quite fitting for the Easter weekend. So tiny and fragile. No real cravings this week… oh besides the 6 or so Chicken Salt covered Potato Cakes I’ve inhaled. Slowly but surely my diet is going back to normal and veges are so difficult to get down. I missed them BAD. Tonight we’re going to a BBQ and I’m making 2 yummy Cheese & Bacon Cob Loaves. I’m sure they’ll be a hit… if I don’t eat them both first!