Confession: I imagined that at this point in my pregnancy, I would be fully embracing everything about being pregnant. And I just can’t.
I feel guilty about it.
I can’t get over feeling insecure about how I look at 18 weeks pregnant. I keep venting to the husband that I’m not gaining weight evenly — my hips have widened, my butt has expanded, and I have love handles that go on for days.
Where is the cute pregnant look that others get??
I so expected that after the first-trimester blahs were gone, I’d be left with a 2nd-trimester pregnant glow. Eh, not so much.
And I don’t mean for this post to be a pity party. I guess I’m hoping that I’m not the only person who’s ever felt this way. And that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel…