Bump Update: Where We've Been

This week I'm officially 13 weeks which means I'm entering my 2nd trimester, and I can't tell you how excited I am.

My first trimester was marked by extreme exhaustion and while I was lucky enough to escape the horrors of morning sickness but my exhaustion was reminiscent of mono.

I thought before I began posting weekly updates of my bumps growth with little notes for our Little Baby Lehman I thought I'd show you my progression thus far.

This isn't a bump picture but I was 3 weeks pregnant at this point, the baby was the size of a poppyseed so I was the size I normally am.

Week 9
LBL is the size of an olive and we celebrated Jus's 27th birthday.

Week 10
LBL was the size of a prune. This also marks the first time our Junebug went to a concert.

Week 11
LBL was the size of a lime when we celebrated Thanksgiving. This year Jus & I were thankful for our Junebug & I was thankful that I got to eat two Thanksgiving meals and enjoy every bite.

Week 12
LBL was the size of a plum. I couldn't contain my excitement and had to tell everyone even though we had a week or so left in the first trimester.

Fat, Lazy & Dirty

As Jus got into bed last night he said "Oh, no shower?"

I'm not entirely sure why he's surprised as to the fact that I chose not to shower today. The most I choose to do on any given day is wear some jeggings, take a nap & eat 5 pounds of food.

But honestly, I have no motivation. When faced with the choice of going to bed a little scuzzy or getting out of my jammies to shower I'm going to choose to go to bed. Perhaps if I didn't feel so bloated that it hurts to roll from side to back or perhaps if my legs didn't hurt after walking ten steps a shower would seem more appealing but at this rate I'm firmly in an every other day sort of shower pattern.

Before my BFP I'd get tired but I could power through, but it seems as if as soon as that second line appeared my body gave out. In all of my pre pregnancy naivete I thought that the exhaustion kicked in in the third trimester and I'm still struggling with the every day reality that I get tired because I'm pregnant. And because I'm pregnant I need to take it easy & give myself a break.

So I'm sorry, darling husband, for now I choose to be fat, lazy & dirty, we can talk again in the second trimester.

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How to tell your husband

There are many ways to tell your husband you're preggo.

The abundance of pregnancy tests in your bathroom is a good way for him to catch on that you might think you are but once you get a BFP there are many options.

I was sure I'd do something cute on video. I bought a onesie & was ready to go. Jus walked into the bedroom as I was crouched in our bathroom staring as the second line appeared. My hands started shaking and I teared up, if I walked out into our room he'd know something was up but I had the onesie, I had a plan.

I walk/ran through our room threw the onesie in a bag and shoved it in his face. Jus opened the bag, saw the onesie and said "This is cute, wait, really?"

And it was such a relief to be able to jump up & down with him.

How did you tell your SO?