It's hard to believe I'm already two months pregnant. I think it's kind of crazy how my life can be completely turned upside-down by this tiny little person, no larger than an olive. At the same time, it's still a little hard to believe it all really happening.
Though my mind might be a bit behind the curve, my body is gung-ho. According to the wisdom of the internet, by bump should start showing after next week. Baby Bobleo (or "Babe-leo" as I've begun calling her/him) seems to want to make the world aware of their presence. I started off with a hefty bloat, right out of the gate. Over the past week that bloat has gotten larger, and has begun rounding out. When maternity clothes are donned, the bump is undeniable in its classic bumpitude.
I can't believe I have a bump. Scott can't seem to believe it either. I keep catching him staring at it.
Our blood clot blues, unfortunately, have still not abated. We're staying positive though, and sticking the assumption that everything will be OK. The doctor said that the risk this poses will go down quite a bit once we hit the second trimester. So, we're digging our heels in and trying to wait patiently for next month. Three weeks to go.