Update
I actually do not have much to update. None of my cute clothes really fit anymore. Instead I'm stuck wearing my baggy stuff that I was always able to counterbalance with non-baggy stuff and made to look cute. For example, today I'm wearing my baggy BF jeans that I always wore with a fitted top and boots. Today, I'm wearing them with a baggy top and even the top button unbuttoned because I'm getting so much bigger. Yay.
I eat alot. I know I'm not actually supposed to consume any more than 300 calories a day but fuck it. I'm like always hungry and I when I fucking want a big mac and large fry that's what I'm getting. Screw it I just don't care. Pregnancy is hard enough, it would be way harder if I denied myself food and my cravings. I'm regretting this all a bit now and will regret it all the more once I have the baby and am trying to lose the weight but oh fucking well. I'll have an entire winter to do it so I'll cope. This summer is going to suck though. Yesterday I was in Uptown with a friend and cried silently inside with every cute thin girl in her cute little thin girl outfits passed me by. Not that I'm all about "being thin" but I don't regonize nor like my body at this point. I miss my clothes dammit. Oh, and I now HATE my big stupid boobs. They get in my way and they are almost always sore. At night, I have to move them out of my way so I can sleep. I never thought I'd like my smaller boobs or miss them but man do I ever.
Anywho, the fetus is awesome. I love him/her to death. I've started feeling alot of pressure in my lower abs and I guess that's my tummy growing?? Or so I've heard. I love him/her so much. I can't wait to actually meet them and hold them and play with them. It feels like everything is moving so slow though. Like I've been pregnant forever now, and I have over five more months to go.
I eat alot. I know I'm not actually supposed to consume any more than 300 calories a day but fuck it. I'm like always hungry and I when I fucking want a big mac and large fry that's what I'm getting. Screw it I just don't care. Pregnancy is hard enough, it would be way harder if I denied myself food and my cravings. I'm regretting this all a bit now and will regret it all the more once I have the baby and am trying to lose the weight but oh fucking well. I'll have an entire winter to do it so I'll cope. This summer is going to suck though. Yesterday I was in Uptown with a friend and cried silently inside with every cute thin girl in her cute little thin girl outfits passed me by. Not that I'm all about "being thin" but I don't regonize nor like my body at this point. I miss my clothes dammit. Oh, and I now HATE my big stupid boobs. They get in my way and they are almost always sore. At night, I have to move them out of my way so I can sleep. I never thought I'd like my smaller boobs or miss them but man do I ever.
Anywho, the fetus is awesome. I love him/her to death. I've started feeling alot of pressure in my lower abs and I guess that's my tummy growing?? Or so I've heard. I love him/her so much. I can't wait to actually meet them and hold them and play with them. It feels like everything is moving so slow though. Like I've been pregnant forever now, and I have over five more months to go.