14 weeks. What a strange time. I feel like I've been pregnant for ages (I know, ask me at week 40), yet I'm not really showing. Never having gone through this before it truly is so strange. I've seen this baby's little body several times, am constantly thinking about the little one's well being yet I have nothing to show for it. I wake up, for the most part with the teensiest bump and go to bed with a slightly larger one- you know, the kind you have after eating an entire burrito. I'm anxious for this belly to grow and somehow trying to savor this precious time when to the world this sweet baby is still somewhat of a secret. Happy Friday, friends.