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According to my pregnancy app, being sixteen weeks along means my baby is the size of a turnip. Five and a half inches long and three ounces. Even though I don’t see a difference on the outside, this baby is getting substantial. I have too much belly fat to have a recognizable baby bump at this stage, and since I’m still comfortably wearing my own pants, there really isn’t a visible change there. I know I will feel better when I start feeling kicks. But in the meantime, I did have a YAY moment when I was laying on my tummy while working on my laptop and realized I could feel the hard ball of my uterus in that position. I spent several minutes pressing my hips down into the bed and marveling over the roundness I could feel, imagining the baby within.
Being plus sized while pregnant bring a whole new set of “firsts” into play.
In my other pregnancies, it always bothered me to not have a cute belly bump. I felt sad and envious of my friends’ more stylish maternity wear while I had to settle for what I could find that fit me. This time, I have a bit more perspective. I can’t magically poof myself into the right shape, and I can’t change how I am. So I am content to just be pregnant. It doesn’t matter if a stranger can’t tell that I am gestating. My friends and family know, and they are happily anticipating the arrival of baby #5 right along with me.