It's Friday. Hell yea. Too bad I could barely throw an outfit together for work-- being almost 18 weeks prego puts "getting dressed" into a whole new, hostile category. (preface comment-- what I'm about to say annoys the shit out of me) There are woman out there that get pregnant and can literally wear all their clothes throughout the 9 months. Perhaps some modifications have to be made in the shirt department however, jeans/slacks and bras fit the whole time. What the fuck. It seems like the SECOND I found out I was with mammal my jeans didn't fit. My bras were blowing out the sides and my underpants were like spandex. What gives?
Perhaps it was the stress of wedding planning? Maybe the anxiety of travelling every week for work? Either way, just before my nuptials (in November 2011) I was the thinnest I had been in a long time. My underpants appropriately fit, I could shop at the Buckle and find jeans that actually went over my thighs..... it was a glorious time. Granted, I was in the throws of some serious gastrointestinal grip however, the scale wasn't disappointing me. That time hath come and gone, like Rick Santorum's popularity. I am not trying to sound vain or completely obsessed with the way I look..... I just miss having control of my waistline. I'm not even going to go into my dietary habits.... that's another blog entry.
Aside from my ever expanding ass, I'm very excited to be a mom. I have loved every minute of watching my niece piece (Miss Greta Fat Pants) grow-- she is the cutest, smooshiest, porkiest and most peanut buttery circle in the whole world. Carrie and Dave demonstrate awesome parenting moves as well. Both cool under pressure and heightened blow-out time periods, Greta's momma and dadda say it's awesome to raise a kid. Plus, Greta smells good even when she smells bad.
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