10 weeks.

I’m in the double digits! Only two weeks until our 12 week appointment and we can start telling more people. I’m still terrified every day, but things seem to be going well, so I’m feeling cautiously optimistic.

At 10 weeks…

Baby is about the size of a prune now  – about an inch and a quarter long. This week, baby is growing fingernails and toenails, and is also starting to grow peach fuzz all over its body. The yolk sac is disappearing, and vital organs are kicking into high gear. Baby can also now bend its joints, including elbows, wrists and knees, and the arms and legs may even be long enough to meet in front of the body.

Mama is getting bigger. I still haven’t seen much of a change on the scale, but there’s no sucking in the belly anymore. I know I won’t technically be “showing” for a couple more weeks at least, but whether it’s bloat or guts being moved around, there’s no denying the round pot belly I’m sporting. It seems to have gotten significantly bigger just in these last few days. On Sunday I went and bought myself a nice pair of jeans in a bigger size. I know I won’t be able to wear them for much longer, but I’ll be able to wear them on the other side when I’m working on losing the baby weight, so that’s how I justified the purchase. Plus, I just feel kind of gross about my body right now, so it was nice to buy something I feel good in. I also bought myself a belly band – a thin band of stretchy fabric that lets me wear my regular pants unbuttoned and just looks like a tank top or cami peeking out the bottom of my shirts. I wore it all day yesterday and I have to say it was pretty comfortable!

Other than the belly changes, everything else seems pretty much the same – nausea/gagging in the mornings (and sometimes the evenings) with waves throughout the day, frequent headaches, sore boobs, peeing all the time, constant hunger but smaller appetite, etc. Oh, one thing that’s new is that I suddenly don’t like bacon. I know, WHAT?! Who doesn’t like bacon? Actually, I think this aversion may have began a few weeks ago, when I had a craving for a spinach and bacon salad. After I made it, the bacon dressing tasted funny to me. I chalked it up to the fact that it was a new recipe and not my mom’s, and forgot about it, until yesterday. We went out to breakfast and I ordered this scramble and weirdly found myself thinking it would be so much better without bacon. I didn’t think much of it until I had the leftovers for breakfast this morning and was downright repulsed by the bacon in it. Now, just the thought of bacon grosses me out. So weird. Usually I love bacon. Ick. I need to stop typing that word. Think about fruit instead. Mmmm… fruit.