I had heard rumors that with your second child, you start showing sooner than with your first. Your body has been here before, your stomach muscles aren’t as strong as they were due to the stretching from your first pregnancy, blah, blah, blah.
Turns out, this is true. SO true!
With Lucas I was almost 16 weeks along before there was a real bump. This time around and the real reason we had to share our news, I popped at just over 13 weeks. A full three weeks earlier! I had wanted to wait to tell people until we had made it half way, but, with a dead giveaway right smack dab in the middle of my body, we had to come clean.
I stuffed myself into my favorite pair of size 29, low rise jeans for the Justin Timberlake/Jay Z concert on July 28, the first day I really noticed my body was changing and although it didn’t keep me from dancing my ass off, I was uncomfortable as hell the entire night.
It took my husband a few days after that to get to our storage unit but I was giddy when he walked in the door carrying this….