This has taught me 2 things. I don't actually want to know what's happening to this alien in my belly. Nubs - eurgh! It just sounds so disgusting. Secondly, don't believe everything you read. According to all the literature you get given, you don't start putting on weight until about week 12. As someone who exercises regularly and eats well, I was so flummoxed as to why I put the weight on so started researching it. Thank god for Google!
It seems that the 3 inches I've put on are thanks to gas and possible constitpation. Mmm, delicious. All these films that portray pregnancy as this wonderful, romantic time are so off the ball. I don't think a stomach that's 3 inches bigger than normal and the passing off regular wind is really that attractive.
Doing my bit of internet research has helped me feel better. Lots of other people are bigger than I am at my stage. It's also given me hope that there are lots of un-yummy mums like me that aren't gushing about this miracle of life and are in fact, slightly repulsed by the whole thing!
My only worry now though is that according to some of my Google research, I might be expecting twins...
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