And this is not an understatement of the word always. I really thought that I would be able to get over my lifelong dislike of being photographed so that I could do something really fun--or at least scientifically documentary.
But there is a reason you haven't seen any photos of me yet. Actually...several. I didn't take into account the fact that baby Otter would steal all of my energy. Or that, to be honest, I really just feel like this most days:
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Those who know me think it's obvious that I'm pregnant. My clients, and other strangers, on the other hand, are consistently surprised to hear that I am four months in.
I've always been small. So now, I suppose, I finally look like an average Philadelphian.
On the bright side, with no photographic evidence of baby Otter, I can never end up here.
I've always been small. So now, I suppose, I finally look like an average Philadelphian.
On the bright side, with no photographic evidence of baby Otter, I can never end up here.
And in a post script, I shall endeavor to answer the questions that everyone asks:
- Gender will remain a mystery for two more weeks (and possibly longer).
- No cravings. However, dried seaweed, potato chips and popsicles have been very helpful in calming my stomach in its more riotous moments.
- The nausea has mostly dissipated, but it sneaks back up on me still.
- For those not in my geographical region, yes I am showing. Or "popping," if you want a direct quote from my manager this morning.
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