During the early stages of my pregnancy people would look at me and wonder if I was really pregnant mostly because I wasn't really showing. Though to be fair, we only really started telling at about 11-12 weeks so they only had about a month to wonder because once the 16 week mark came, you could tell that there may have been a baby brewing inside me. I write this because I remember that week going a little something like this:
Monday: clothes still fit, a little, tiny bit snug, but otherwise ok.
Tuesday: same as Monday.
Wednesday: I did the old hair-tie on the belt loop thing to make my pants bigger.
Thursday: Wearing my loosest pair of pants I did the same thing as Wednesday, but I have to admit that I was pretty uncomfortable that day as my pants were still pretty tight.
Friday: Going to a Giants Game that night, so I knew I needed to wear some comfortable clothes I finally pulled out the maternity pants.
Saturday: I go to the garage sale at the stake center where one of the young women comes up to me and says "Irma! You're really starting to look pregnant!" And for all the people who hadn't known, well, let's just say they finally found out that day.
And really whenever I saw people I would tell them that I got a belly overnight... and I'm still sticking to that story because it's true!
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