Having a belly is nothing new to me. My weight has fluctuated quite a bit over the past several years, but I've certainly never fallen into the category of skinny. Although I'm pear shaped and carry most of my weight in my hips and thighs, I could not have called my belly flat and still kept a straight face. So I've been curious...anxious really...to see when I'd begin to start showing. I should have been taking pictures, but silly or not, I've sort of steered clear of documenting my starting belly size with anything permanent. So instead I've relied on constant profile checks in the mirror and self assessments where I wondered whether my belly was always that big or whether it was any bigger. I've also relied on the occasional belly rub or tap to ascertain whether my belly is still as flabby as usual or whether there is any increased firmness. Despite all this, the only firm conclusion I've reached is that I stand a fair chance of looking like an Oompa Loompa while pregnant.
But then yesterday I was chatting with my next door neighbor the first time in a couple weeks. She said something about me starting to show. Let's just say I was over the moon.