Stomach stretching in motion!

It's time to show some stomach action...

Here I am with just 6 weeks of baby in my belly:

6 weeks pregnant

 And here I am again as an oven with 10 weeks of bun:

10 weeks pregnant

 Finally, the most recent picture taken just this morning, with 14 weeks of baby growing experience under my belt (or above my belt, technically!):

14 weeks pregnant

Now, you may notice a significant difference in the amount of stretching the yellow tank top is doing. DO NOT WORRY - THIS IS NORMAL. Apparently as the baby grows, my stomach is supposed to jut out to semi-awkward distances. However, I do prefer the 14 week "this is supposed to be there" stomach look over the 10 week "I drank a case of beer last night" look.

More to come soon enough!

When life throws you lemons...

...you grow them in your stomach and call them Francis Button Lemon. At least, until Sunday when Francis becomes another fruit. The irony of this one is that Jason often refers to me as a lemon because I am incessantly sick. In fact, because I got so sick on our honeymoon, I believe he had a serious conversation with my parents about the return policy on his new defective wife. Stay strong, Francis. You're only a lemon for a few more days.

Storks and stomachs

Tonight my mom and I went to a baby consignment sale called the Stork Lady, where millions of gently-used items are up for grabs on the cheap all throughout the store semi-annually. It was exciting and overwhelming to see all of the items everywhere - to think that my little stomach nugget would be using all that stuff! It's still surreal. I bought a few maternity shirts and some odds/ends but without knowing Francis' gender yet it's hard to purchase too many other things...it's a bit surprising how many baby items are not gender neutral - unless you want earth tones (so your baby can look like a little hippie) or black (so your baby can look like a trench coat kid). I feel like we're missing a lot of the ROY G BIV in baby goods.

My mom is such a doll. First, she carried my bags around, and, second, she paid for half of my purchases! We were both gawking at how suddenly my stomach has jutted out and I think we are both convinced now I'm either having twins or I'm further along than we thought. Or perhaps it's just now sinking in that I really am pregnant, which is kind of weird and shocking. Our next doctor's visit is just 4 days away, so we'll see what they have to say about it.

Our tiny dancer...

To kick off this blog, I introduce you to the celebrity behind the reason for the blog...

This is our tiny dancer, who we have code named Francis Button [insert size in fruit]. As I post this, tiny dancer's name is Francis Button Peach. Tomorrow we will inherit a new last name. When the photo was taken, Francis was a mere 6 weeks and 5 days old. My how we've grown.