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In all honesty, sometimes I forget I’m pregnant.
For the most part, I pretty much feel like my regular self (aside from an ever increasing amount of my wardrobe that does not fit). I have to regularly remind myself to “don’t order the raw tuna” and “skip the wine aisle at the grocery store” and “remember to take your prenatal vitamins.”
So, when I was going to bed last night, I caught my reflection in the mirror and my stomach was sticking out as far as my chest, maybe even further (woah), and I was surprised… just for a second.
Then, I was just really, really grateful. That seems to be a theme this weekend.

In all honesty, sometimes I forget I’m pregnant.

For the most part, I pretty much feel like my regular self (aside from an ever increasing amount of my wardrobe that does not fit). I have to regularly remind myself to “don’t order the raw tuna” and “skip the wine aisle at the grocery store” and “remember to take your prenatal vitamins.”

So, when I was going to bed last night, I caught my reflection in the mirror and my stomach was sticking out as far as my chest, maybe even further (woah), and I was surprised… just for a second.

Then, I was just really, really grateful. That seems to be a theme this weekend.