Appetite is on the rise. I enjoy food more than before, though I am still very picky. Belly is slowing coming out, I still don’t look pregnant, just a little bloated.
I play music to my little boy and sing to him in the shower. I look at little bluey clothes in the shops and imagine him wearing it. I dream about him, how he may look. Will he have daddy’s black curly hair and his tanned complexion and chocolate eyes or my super fine straight blond hair, fair skin and green eyes? Or maybe bit of both?
I feel sometimes as if I had a little fish splashing around inside my belly. I tend to touch my belly a lot, when crossing the street, when driving, when eating…almost all the time.
Oh how I love being pregnant ❤
I love you baby 