I love being pregnant. Seriously, I feel like my body was made to do this and I've never felt more beautiful. Yeah, it can be awkward, painful and um, nauseating, but I have loved it so far. I often find myself stopping by the mirror to check out my growing belly and continue to be in awe that our child is growing in there.
Dressing the belly on the other hand, as been a bit frustrating, only because I haven't really had time to revamp my wardrobe at all yet. There has been more than one occasion this week where I've crumpled onto my bed exclaiming that I have nothing that fits! All my "old" clothes fit me so strangely now. So far, long tanks and skirts (or my favorite jeans, which still fit thanks to Bella Band) are my go-to outfit. I'm going to attempt to stay away from maternity clothes for as long as possible because honestly, I just find them to be too expensive for how boring they generally are. Though I have a feeling I'll be picking up some basic maternity tanks and tees eventually. I've worn that tank + skirt combo above more than twice this week.
Last week at the commissary, the bagger who helped me out to my car tentatively asked if I was "in child." She excitedly told me that it's a boy and I'm going to be an amaaazing mother. She was cute. I'm stunned though at the amount of unsolicited advice and opinions that I've gotten since announcing our pregnancy. Apparently it just gets worse, so I'm praying for patience and thicker skin to come along with this baby!
I've also been praying for peace as our plans for this spring/summer/next few years are still up in the air. Thinking about all we have to do between now and our move is stressing me out and I feel like the time is going to zip by before I can plan for this child at all! Hopefully we'll get orders this week so that we can start making more solid plans. Prayers are oh-so-appreciated, friends!