FitFriday. What nobody tells you about having a “small bump”.

Plenty of people who had more average bumps, or who are as of yet childless, will praise them, or get angry at them, so here’s some uncomfortable details from the other side:

  1. It’s usually not down to you. You can eat as much or as little as you like, exercise however you want, bump size is predetermined.
  2. It’s physically uncomfortable. There’s just as much baby and womb in there (unless point 3 applies), so your organs are extra cramped.
  3. It might mean a poorly baby. IUGR is not a pleasant thing and your baby could carry the effects of it with them for life.
  4. You’ll be blamed for it. “IUGR? You’re probably too old/starving yourself/exercising too much/on drugs… Not IUGR? Well, you probably are at fault anyways.”
  5. It’s a source of constant worry. If your bump stops growing, or is under size, you need more regular checkups, constant scans, and are always hearing doctors, midwives, and consultants talking about hormone treatments, premature birth, or inductions.
  6. You’ll probably be feeling like enough of a failure without being constantly reminded.
  7. Nobody leaves you alone. Everyone wants to talk about it. Half to tell you off for daring to be small. The other half to ask for your secret. There’s no secret and most women with small bumps don’t really want to talk about them.

I don’t mean to come across as one of the perpetually offended. It doesn’t upset me that people want to talk about small bumps. But I’d rather these people considered the facts before getting ridiculously jealous/angry/both.

It’s just a baby. Sheesh.

Fit… Saturday. Meet Our Baby Boy!

Missed Fit Friday yesterday due to being generally busy, but the main update here is: it’s a boy.

It was hard to get a good shot of him, what with all the moving and refusing to cooperate. But this one looked kind of cool, with the skull in full profile. The only way he could look more metal is if he’d flipped his middle finger out at the sonographer.

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Also, if I have another elderberry muffin I will have to revoke my “healthy pregnancy card”. But I haven’t gained an ounce in over five weeks, ie a month, so maybe more muffins are needed. At least the baby is healthy and happy, albeit camera-shy and grumpy like his dad.

TTFN and Happy Hunting!