The Difference Four Weeks Makes {Bump, 17 Weeks}

In four weeks, the trees went from bare to beautiful. In four weeks, I went from that awkward “Is she pregnant?” phase to more like I’m the owner of a legit prego tummy.

As one of my 7th graders wrote on a note to me: “You get bigger and bigger every day. I think it’s awesome.” Seriously, they crack me up. They found out about a month ago when two girls came over to me in study hall and whispered “We have a question to ask you, but it’s kind of embarrassing, and we don’t want any boys around.” Their hilarious reactions and comments have been making my days quite entertaining ever since then. They ask frequently whether it is a boy or girl, and when I tell them I won’t know until the end of May, the standard reaction is “You’re going to keep us in suspense until then?!”

I’m happy to report that four weeks’ time has also (mostly) brought about the end of morning sickness. Aaaand in less wonderful news, in four weeks, the neighbors went from politely staying out of their yard while we took necessary bump photos to having the nerve to barge in and open their shed and look through their things (!!!!!!) while we took necessary bump photos.

Neighbors these days. ;)

Happy weekend, everyone!