From February 18:
Last week I analyzed my figure in the mirror and felt positive that my diet was achieving the desired effect of flattening my stomach.
Thursday morning I thought, “I’m a couple of days late…think I’ll pee on a stick soon.” Thursday evening, my tummy was distinctly round.
I immediately thought of Bella Swan and mentally reviewed the past few weeks to make sure I couldn’t have inadvertently conceived a half-vampire child that could account for this rapid stomach swelling.
But, no. I can only assume that those stomach-sucking-in muscles, weary from weeks of working such valiant overtime, heard the possibility of “pregnant” and gave up.
From April 4:
So that was six weeks ago. The roundness is definitely here, and I think the jury is still out on whether it’s due to the lingering effects of that second pregnancy, those late-night bowls of ice cream, or my still-on-vacation abs. But we’ll just say it’s the first signs of the little guy we’re calling Baby Tres, who we’re hoping to meet face-to-face this October!