Week 14: Baby is 3 1/2 inches long and weighs 1 1/2 ounces and can now suck his/her thumb:)
So this weekend R graduated from Medical School! I am sooo happy! I feel like we've been waiting for this moment for YEARS...oh wait, we have!!! There is just no way to describe what a relief it is to know that we made it through these four years intact (NOT an easy task) and with a new baby on the way<3
However, this week has brought on some turbulence in my emotional state, as if that is even a surprise. I have been so moody lately that just about anything and everything sends me into at least an hour of emotional agony. This week it was the fact that I "popped". Now, most people say, "Oh, isn't that cute, I see a little bump!" NO. It's not cute. Especially if the majority of people instead say, "Wow, have you put on a few pounds??" There must be a time like this in every pregnancy where people just can't tell if it's a baby bump OR if you've gained 10 pounds and are looking a lot more "chunky monkey" than you did yesterday.
So my meltdown just happened to be on Thursday night when I went shopping for a dress for R's graduation. I am not ashamed to say that I am usually a normal size 10, on a good day a size 8. But, since becoming pregnant I have gained a little over 10 pounds, which okay, that's kind of a lot. BUT, keep this in mind, I haven't had any morning sickness at all, so instead of puking or finding food revolting, I have instead been plagued by nausea and fatigue if I DON'T eat every 2-3 hours. So whatever, my appetite is up, so my weight is up and it shows. I have at least been able to squeeze my bigger self into my same work clothes using a "belly band" and NO ONE at work has even guessed that I might possibly be pregnant, they just think I am getting fat. Which, whatever, that's fine...I don't care what people at work think.
So anyways, I went to JC Penney's and Kohl's trying on dress after dress after dress and realized that even though I've only gained 10 pounds, my waist is so much thicker than it used to be that not even a size 16 looks right on me, my belly pokes right out and I look like a "PeopleofWalmart" victim!!! My belly literally pokes out of a size 16 dress, how is this possible? Only 10 pounds and I've gone up to over a size 16??? Stfu!!!! That's when the tears started rolling in the Kohl's dressing room. Then I briefly wondered if there were people watching me have this emotional breakdown over a hidden security camera, and so I cried even more.
However traumatic this event was, it did push me to possibly start looking at buying some maternity clothes. Maybe I am not obese just yet, maybe I am just pregnant.
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