And now here is a quick shot of week 15:
It’s been different this time around because my belly just kind of plopped out. Not popped. Popped would be cute. Plop is exactly what it sounds like–frumpy and dumpy. I recall my pants not buttoning well during week 6 and being shocked.
With Emma, I didn’t look this “big” until around week 20-something. It’s been harder to adjust to my actual reflection in the mirror because it is just so darn fast this second time around.