In case you couldn't tell, I'm still not really enjoying being pregnant. My back is killing me. I'm super gassy. Everyone in the world apparently doesn't think I look pregnant at all but if I even try to get into my pre-pregnancy clothes I get super depressed.
It doesn't help that last winter I went from being a size 6-8 to being a size 0-2 and being an avid What Not to Wear watcher, I got rid of all my "fat" clothes. So all my pre-pregnancy bottoms are tiny. They fit me really well when I was watching what I was eating, but even though I'm not eating with reckless abandon or anything, I'm certainly not dieting anymore! Hell, when I was a size 2 all I drank was water and 1 cup of coffee a day! No soda, no juice, no Gatorade, no Vitamin Water - just water. The added calories from my 1 glass of orange juice and the Gatorade/Vitamin Water I've been enjoying alone would make me put on weight.
I can honestly say I can't wait to get back on a diet. How fucking weird am I? But I think it would be irresponsible for me to start trying to lose weight seeing that I'm pregnant so I just have to wait until The Little Sea Monkey is born.
Getting back to my back pain...I finally broke down and ordered a body pillow. I got this one:
In Mama Drama news - my Mom is not-so-subtly hinting she thinks having a baby will be the end of my marriage ("it changes everything - you're going from being a newlywed to never having a second to yourself...you never know what will happen") but if I hadn't seen those lectures coming I would have just been dumb. Whatevs Mom!
The other night I was throwing myself a pity party about being lonely (I miss The Sailor...) and I texted my friend from Pittsburgh, Sam, and his response was, "don't worry, you'll have a baby soon. You'll never be alone...or properly bathed...or rested." I feel like this should have/was meant to freak me out a bit, but it totally didn't.
A) Eventually the kid will be old enough for a sitter...alone time - check! B) They have come a long way in dry shampoo, and washing your body takes all of 30 seconds...adequate hygiene - check! C) The Sailor is somewhat of a freak of nature and can operate on next to no sleep for extended periods of time; I can honestly say I won't feel bad having him do some of the waking up in the middle of the night even though he'll be working and I technically won't...decent amounts of rest - check!
So, in two weeks my Mom is coming to visit, and once she sees my fat ass I think it'll really sink in that I actually will be giving birth to her first grandchild in April, so we'll see how that visit goes. And then the week after that I finally get to find out the gender of this little Sea Monkey! I'm so excited and so nervous at the same time. I keep having
Until next time...
PS - instead of bogging down this post with the whole slew of pictures of me becoming a whale you can go check them all out on my Pregnancy Tab, which also has links to all my weekly updates!