the chronicles of The Bump and the smitten parents who already love him/her
 
 

Wonder if she can hear the heartbeat?

 
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Me pre-pregnancy, and then me at 24 weeks pregnant. In the same swimwear.
My body used to be something I obsessed over - nitpicking at the body areas that I hated and that I was ashamed of - yes, actual shameful feelings about a perfectly functioning body.  Now, it represents the manifestation of all I have and love in life. Most of all, this body, which I complained about so much in my life, is allowing me to conceive, sustain, and grow our child. My baby.  My body works and for that I am utterly grateful.  
 

Currently at pathology having just had fasting bloods done and forced down my intensely sweet glucose tolerance test drink. It's like flooding punishment for all the sugar I've ever eaten in my life! Blehh...

Now need to sit here for an hour before another lot of bloods are drawn. Fingers crossed by insulin system is working well- would hate to have gestational diabetes.