21 Weeks

I've been restraining pregnancy banter on my blog-- there really isn't much to write about..... until now.

My best friend Adrienne is 19 weeks pregnant.  During yesterday's shopping trip to Oakbrook Terrace, we concluded the day with a visit to Macy's Maternity Department (which carries Pea and the Pod and Motherhood Maternity brands).  "A" hasn't bought any maternity gear.  She can still fit into her pre-prego jeans (I have a SERIOUS issue with this, obviously).  Determining that baby Petersen will start to stick out of her abdomen in a more severe manner, new pants are in store.  Welcome elastic waistbands, this is my friend Adrienne.

I have concluded that maternity clothing isn't cute.  I don't care if you're Hilary Duff or Adriana Lima.  Shit isn't cute.  Yes, shit is comfy..... but not cute.  No one is cute when they're clearly over their ideal weight (according to body type) and wearing a boat tarp for a top.  I find myself struggling every morning to find a "cute" outfit to wear-- Kasia looks at me with this "You're not wearing that are you?"  What does she know?  She wears fur every day.

Additionally, below are the items that I crave on a daily basis (at random hours of the day):
Corndogs
Slurpees
Salami sandwiches
Nutter Butters
McDonald's cheeseburgers
Doritos
Pizza (any and all kinds)
Chewy Sweet tarts (the big kind)
Sushi (which I won't eat because RAW fish is not good when carrying a mammal)

One would pin for me for a whitetrash, backwoods hoodlum.  Pass the Kool-Aid and the bucket of fried chicken.  I'd like to point out that BEFORE being pregnant, I was practically a vegetarian.  Now, I buy bologne.  Clearly, I've lost it.