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Return of a T-shirt
Taken today. I am making a weird face, but that's not the important bit:
The shirt says, "Yes, I'm pregnant. NO, you may not touch my belly." Because I am, and you may not.
Items of note:
- Due early November [*];
- Sex, as before, to be a surprise (ditto potential names);
- Symptoms objectively worse than first pregnancy, but getting better;
- So much more protruding than last time (look at the first page of the old mug shot gallery, where at a week later than this you could barely tell);
- If you saw me recently and are wondering where I was hiding that, the answers are (1) under looser shirts and (2) either sitting down or sucking my gut in. Yes, I felt very awkward about it;
- I botched giving the news to SteelyKid today [**], but she seemed quite matter-of-fact about it by bedtime.
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And if you don't care about pregnancy and/or babies, a major book cull in honor of FutureSibling (more specifically, the need to make room for FutureSibling's nursery) is coming soon. Ish.
As always, no unsolicited advice, no horror stories.
ETA: Chad has an ultrasound picture and a SteelyKid conversation.