Week 10

I’m back from another work trip. Yes, I travel too much. And yes, I don’t plan on doing this as much once the Poop-Maker arrives. Not sure how, but I need to cut down on the away time.

Anyhow, as soon as I saw her I thought she doesn’t strike me as someone who looks pregnant. Perhaps she’s filling out a bit around the middle, but no distinct bulges or anything that would lead me to believe she’s really pregnant. Maybe it’s all just a clever ruse on her part to make me think she’s pregnant so I’ll be nicer to her.

Her nausea seems to have passed and overall she seems pretty happy and relaxed. Less ravenous but still having her moments when food becomes a big issue. Her temperment at those times is, well, not exactly good until she eats something.

Now there are other little physical changes that are bothering her. She’s now getting to the point where her breasts are uncomfortably large for her bras, so she’s going to have to go and buy new ones. She’s not very pleased by this development. And I saw her modelling the various pants she has – checking her look in the mirror to see whether they still fit properly and if they show her belly. So far a couple of her pants have been stashed for post-smurf wearing.