Maybe it's just my imagination brought forth by bedrest, steroids, insulin, glucose gone haywire... but I could swear I finally have a little baby bump. Of course you still couldn't tell it to look at me. Big boobs. They're impressive enough with sag, even more so with a built in shelf.

Either way I feel incredibly content with this. A baby bump. A visible sign of pregnancy even if I'm the only one who will ever know it's there.

For now I'm resting. Lots of resting. By this weekend the new meds will all have settled to where they're supposed to be. I'll lose some of this anxiety. Let's all pray for that.