Fifteen weeks

A relative who had a baby girl last year gave us a baby seat, baby swing, and some clothing. Most of the clothing is pink. Partner says, "I hope he likes pink!" I don't think if it's a boy I'll dress him in pink, just to avoid confusion ("What a sweet baby girl you have!" "Uh, actually he's a boy..."), though the room we're turning into a nursery is pink. We painted it about five years ago and Partner says he's not repainting. I don't think a baby will care either way. I know I don't care. Pink is a nice color; I wouldn't have painted my spare room pink if I didn't like it.

I'm beginning to actually show now, and a lot of my clothing doesn't fit now. Even my chef jackets are starting to pull a bit around the waist. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to notice. Luckily my chef bottoms are already big and baggy. I've talked to my boss about working late into the pregnancy, and we've agreed that when I get too big, they'll take me off days/evenings and give me breakfast shifts, which are a lot slower paced, and less chance of slipping and tripping. I already do a few breakfasts a month anyhow, so I'm happy with that. Right now I'm still ok on evenings, but I can see it getting to be a problem in another month or two.

So I bought some clothing for me, all from charity shops, all to be altered into maternity wear. I've got a few pairs of trousers, and some t-shirts to cut into tummy bands. There are several tutorials online on how to change regular clothing into maternity clothing and it seems very easy. I almost need the tummy bands right now, though I can still wear some of my old pants. The only thing I cannot squeeze into: my bras; I've had to buy maternity ones.

I have a lot more energy lately; I asked Partner if I was still being mean to him, and he says my mood has really improved. I apologized for the three months of snapping and biting remarks, and he said he understood. Even though I couldn't seem to stop being horrible, I did feel very bad about it.