You think so? This is twelve weeks and I'm celebrating the end of the first trimester by wearing my cute, trendy maternity clothes from the TP:http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h3...Uiop/12wka.jpg
I made the mistake of stepping on the scale and now I'm freaking out over how much weight I've lost, even though intellectually I know it wasn't much, just ten pounds. Instead of seeing a great big enormous belly, now when I look in the mirror I see the skinniest "girl" in my dance class and worry about an underweight baby.
< sigh >
Why is it that my mind KNOWS that all of this negative body image stuff is a load of crap and yet I buy into it so easily when it concerns the body I live in personally?