Every morning I wake up bigger. Rounder. This morning, I had brand new pearly white stretch marks on my top tummy. First ever stretch marks there. I wonder when they will turn red. I ran out of the bathroom to show Jeff, like I was showing him a new tooth or something lovely and fun. It must be sad to be a normal woman who finds these things gross, to think that any side-effects of making babies is ugly. After showing them to Jeff, I thought, these will never go away, wow, weird.

I am like a growing pumpkin. I wonder if a pumpkin farmer can see the increased size of his pumpkins every morning like I can? I need to me measuring my tummy. But I fear that I didn't start soon enough with the measuring and now it would be meaningless. Perhaps I am wrong.

I am a growing pumpkin. Full of little girls. A pumpkin full of girls.

That pumpkin line reminded me that the day that I got pregnant (you can actually scroll down to it! November 23rd), I wrote that I felt like the captain of a great ship. That I was ice and clouds. I took the captain line with me into the first trimester, like a little badge. I was the captain of a great ship with two passengers.

Funny how things change so fast. Now I am a pumpkin full of little girls.