I feel so incredibly huge. I'm definitely not one of those women who wears pregnancy with a beautiful glow (if you're one of them, I hate you by the way). I'm only 5'2 so I am now officially short and round (very round). I'm at the stage right now where I have to sleep propped up on four pillows to reduce the inevitable reflux (note I said reduce, it's never really gone). Simply walking to the bathroom makes me short of breath (which is just downright embarrassing). My feet are huge and kill me after standing for five freaking minutes. When I say that my feet kill me, I mean that they feel like I am standing on nails and needles. I only have four weeks left and I can't wait to meet my baby girl, but also can't wait to no longer be pregnant. I so badly want to be back to normal but since I'm a complete idiot and have gained a ton of weight, I know that it is going to take a while. I'm already fantasizing about my postpartum diet. You know that things have gotten bad when you're actually excited to start a diet. And I'm like, really excited.
The funny thing is that as soon as the baby comes, I am going to forget all about the downside of being pregnant. Right now my mind is set that we are not having any more kids after this, but I won't be surprised if I'm so in love that I start planning when I am going to do it all over again.
The evidence... Tina caught me double fisting munchkins on the way to lunch. Eating on the way to eat. Maybe pregnancy isn't so bad.
Touche, cute elephant, touche.
Ok, enough complaining. On the bright side, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills returned this week (I'm very distraught over the season preview and the possibility that Lisa and Brandy have an argument) and Twilight Forever came out (never before scenes of my beloved Edward, yes, please). All is right in the world.