In case you haven’t noticed, I worry. A lot. I realized today that I’ve been worrying so much I haven’t been able to enjoy this pregnancy. There’s not as much to enjoy during the first trimester as there are during the others, but just being pregnant is enough. I realized today that I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’m pregnant and that this happens to us, and I think that’s why I worry. I always expect the negative to happen. I can’t fathom the fact that that’s not how it’s going to work this time.

I received a pair of maternity pants I had ordered today, and I was so excited to try them on. However, they didn’t fit *and* they had a tapered leg, which I hate. I really don’t understand how the large was so uncomfortable when my other pants are the same size and quite comfy. I guess it just depends on the size and style, as with other types of clothing.

I’ll have more later on my 10th week along with a picture (hopefully!). I’m warning you right now though — I don’t look pregnant, just super fat.