5 Weeks

So it occurred to me that I need to document a critical aspect of any pregnancy:

The belly.

I've always been a pretty slim person, so the development of a belly large enough for not one but TWO little meatloaves will probably be pretty significant. Plus, after having twins, I'll need proof that at some point I had a nice figure, because that nice figure will probably be gone for good.

Thus, I present to you the week 5 belly picture:

I have no idea when I'll start to show. From my scientific interwebz research, it would appear that I could start showing any time between week 6 and week 14 (give or take). But either way, the flat tummy is going by the wayside, so I guess I should just enjoy it before it disappears forever.

However..
There is part of me that is wishing for that bump. At only (only!) week 5, I am fully aware of how tenuous this pregnancy still is. I know I should be celebrating my figure and lack of pregnancy symptoms while I can, but all I can think about is how EARLY in the pregnancy I really am, and how MUCH could go wrong. It's terrifying. I count down each agonizingly slow day, getting one day closer to the NEXT week of pregnancy, where my chances of miscarriage go down a teeny bit more.

But I suppose worrying is what motherhood is all about. In a way, the worries of pregnancy prepare us for the ceaseless worrying of being a parent.

It's okay. I'm fully capable of managing my worry, and I'm fully capable of being patient as these two little beans grow into (hopefully) two little people.
Still...
A time machine would be AWESOME right about now.