Warning! This is going to be a post that centers around pregnancy. But since I haven't given birth yet at least it won't have the words "mucus" or "tearing" in it. Except, of course, just then.
2) To make myself feel better, I ate like crap today. Sigh #2. OK, I didn't eat like total crap, but I did eat three things of which I'm not very proud. (Yah, normally I feel pretty boastful and proud of my peanut butter toast breakfast--don't you?)
3) Part of the reason I ate like crap is that I was depressed because I am suddenly feeling like my regular clothes aren't fitting anymore. Now, I know what you're thinking: "Uh, but dude, you're pregnant. Duh your clothes aren't going to fit anymore." Point taken. But the realization that your clothes are getting too small is rarely something that one enjoys--particularly when that someone used to suffer from an eating disorder. Sighs #3 and #4. I'm going to have to buy maternity jeans, people. I'm going to have to buy new bras because my once tiny breasts have grown to a size that is actually capable of producing cleavage. (A big and new development for me.) Lying on my stomach is bordering on strange because my uterus is making its way north and displacing my once comfortable intestines, stomach, liver, etc., into new territory.
And finally, 4) I have more acne since I'm knocked up. On my nose. On my chin. On my shoulder, for f$%^'s sake.
I still have to feel grateful that my pregnancy journey has been monumentally more easy than lots of women, including those that struggle so profoundly with infertility. I also have to remind myself that there is a real baby in my belly, one that I suspect I will like an awful lot when she arrives. But WTF, shoulder acne?
*Where is the strangest place you've ever had a zit? Be honest--do you enjoy popping zits?