No Growing, No Knowing

I'm 8 weeks in, but I haven't officially started growing yet. Well, my belly, anyway. My boobs... they've been INSANELY SORE and have grown to the point where I'll soon need a new bra and any non-stretchy shirts no longer fit. My belly, well, it's getting kind of bloated, but no real "growth" yet. I'll probably need to wait another month or so before that starts happening. I've been super lucky to not have terrible morning sickness, but that doesn't mean I haven't been nauseous and been TOTALLY adverse to some foods (melty, gooey cheese? BLECH!). I've managed to gain 5 lbs already (I'm dreading what the Dr. will have to say about that), but all but one pair of pants are still fitting just fine. I did buy a "Bella Band" which is basically a giant stretchy band that allows me to cruise around with my pants unbuttoned without them falling off (awe-some).

I guess the lack of being able to "tell" just by looking at me is good, however, because we still have only shared our news with our closest of friends. I'm really dying to tell, but I know we're not out of the woods yet and my first appt isn't for two more weeks. We're hoping we'll get to hear the heartbeat and get an update that all is well. Until then, we're in the ignorance is bliss stage and just hoping that all these symptoms I'm having are proof enough. The fatigue is getting somewhat better, though I did fall asleep at work the other day for 30 minutes. Good thing no one noticed!

So for now, it's you and me, blog.