18 weeks with Olivia: Celebrating 7 years

This post is going to be brief because I still haven’t even written an article that is WAAAY past due because I’ve been so busy the last week. But. Here is an 18 week picture:

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When I look back to what I looked like a month ago, I can tell I’ve “popped.” It’s startling sometimes. I’ll find myself walking into the bathroom without clothes on (pregnancy makes me want to be naked all the time. Clothes suck.) and catch myself in the mirror. My boobs are huge. (I just graduated to the next bra size up.) My belly now looms in front of me in a way my worst bloating could never compete with. And I suck in my breath sometimes. It’s still shocking. Being pregnant. Being 18 weeks. I stare at myself in mirrors whenever I can and still, it can catch me off guard.

Chris and I celebrated our seven-year anniversary Sunday. Usually, we go out to dinner at a fun restaurant, but since I have next to nothing for an appetite at night especially, I was hesitant to go out to a fancy restaurant, eat two bites of pasta and call it quits. (Plus bread service is my vice.) So we decided to go to a restaurant we usually only have dinner at and tried their brunch. Win. I ate three plates.

And dessert.

Then we went to see Jurassic World and Seaweed and I proceeded to jump at all the scary dinosaur parts.

Then we came home and he had wine. I had a shower. Ew. Pregnancy makes me sweat a lot.

Two years ago, I was devastated by the loss of Adam. Last year my dear husband made our six-year anniversary so special because of the shittiness of year five. And now, I have a tiny baby in me, which I just learned is working on making her own poop. I’m so in love with her.