For those of you understandably babied out, I wrote a non-pregnancy post today. Then I decided it was worthy of a newspaper column, so I'm saving it. I promise to post it here after it's published.
In the meantime, feeling badly that I've sacrificed two good posts in a row, the only thing I can think to offer as a consolation is the ubiquitous pregnancy blog belly picture that some of you are clamoring for.
I wasn't sure if I was ready for the world to see images of my expanding waistline. Frankly, I'm hardly ready to see it in the mirror. But after perusing numerous pregnancy websites filled with profile belly shots, I realized that I'm pretty average as far as my bump is concerned. At 13 weeks, some have hardly anything at all. Others look as if they were supposed to give birth yesterday.
Jerry was gracious enough to take the picture for me while I was in the most comfortable stretchy pants ever. He kept instructing me to stop "sucking in," forcing me -- much to my resistance -- to let it all hang out.
So, without further ado, here is my belly at 13 weeks: