Baby Bump Pics + Update

So this is my baby bump four months in:

I'm still wearing all of my normal clothes and looking at me, you wouldn't think I was pregnant at all. My husband says I'm crazy for actually wanting my belly to start showing because I'll be so uncomfortable and I'll be peeing all the time and I'll get frustrated waiting for the pregnancy to be over. Sure, a lot of women feel that way, namely his cousin's very pregnant wife. I'll probably feel that way too. But I want a baby bump goshdarnit! I want to rub my belly and not have people staring at me like if I'm constipated. Sometimes I am, constipated I mean, but I can't keep my hands away from my belly because I know my little one is in there and I can't wait to hold him/her in my arms!

The food poisoning still hasn't cleared up. It progressed to the point where I was too weak to walk or move around on my own yesterday and I needed to be taken for IV fluids. I was supposed to go back in for more today, but when I woke up I felt fine. I am now regretting now going and am too damned tired to call my husband away from his fishing trip to take me doctor hopping. Doctor hopping is the process by which we drive from doctor's office to doctor's office to see who's still open, and hope that coincides with a nice doctor that doesn't try to feel me up and a nice doctor with reasonable fees (both are stories for another day). I'm now on amoxicillin, so hopefully things clear up before my next OB visit on Thursday or I'll have a lot of 'splaining to do.

I feel like I've been hit by a train. You know how when you were a depressed teenager you would stand a little too close to the train tracks and then the train comes in at warp speed exhilarating-ly whizzing by and blowing up your hair and school skirt all over the place? You step back and you're like "Woah. That was awesome." even though for all intents and purposes you do not condone such reckless behavior? Okay, I don't mean hit by a train like that. I mean hit by a train like if my limbs were tied down and I was steamrolled. Okay. I feel like I've been hit by a steamroller. Growing a person is exhausting work. All of my energy is totally drained. I'm taking my prenatals, becoplex, drinking vitamin enriched malt drinks, and vitamin enriched powder drink mixes. Why do I feel like one of the characters on Lost? (FYI I never really watched the show, so I'm hoping you know I mean a starving, malnourished, dehydrated, dying person lost in the middle of a sand covered place) Of course my doctor says it's normal but jeez. Being on IV fluids normally makes me sleepy, but after falling sleep for two hours in the doc's office that afternoon, I came home and slept straight 'til morning. That's more than 12 hours! I'm usually an insomniac, so I am a bit taken aback by that. And even after all that sleep, I can barely keep my eyes open right now. (Fellow grammar nazis, I am working tirelessly to save us all from the typos, but bear with me please)

There's been more changes with my boobies as well. They are heavier, they are sore-er, and my areolas are eating my boobs. The shape of my boobs have become more like deformed cones and I may have grown a cup size or two. I'll know for sure when I finally go shopping for my first pregnancy bra. I've finally gotten to that point where every single bra I own is uncomfortable and too tight. Old lady bras (no offense) here I come!

The back pain is also driving me nuts. It's not just the occasional lower back pain. It's frequent upper back pain as well, and it hurts so bad sometimes it hurts to breathe. Also, my daily headaches go through really sensitive bouts where if I cough, sneeze, talk, or move, it feels like I'm drilling into my brain.

I'm going to go out on a limb and leap of faith and all and say that I hope the rest of my symptoms are just part of the food poisoning (going on two weeks now) and will go away forever as soon as I'm 100% back to normal. Or whatever passes for normal these days. And yes, I still look like Professor Snape, in case you were wondering.