So today we've spent the day holed up, afraid of the great outdoors. Okay, I've been afraid of them, Luke's been begging to go out. But I'm a mean mom in fear of a sinus infection, so I've held to my no. Which is why after my shower today I didn't bother trying to put on anything presentable. I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and one of Cody's under shirts and called it a day. Then when I was in the bathroom slapping on a little mascara (a girl's gotta do something to feel good about herself) I realized something. Aren't husband's shirts supposed to be big and comfortable and COVERING?
(that's a face that says YIKES!)
Not my man's. In fact, I think I've got some old college shirts in my closet that would do a better job. Yikes. I don't care who you are or what you weighed before pregnancy, putting on weight and having your body change this much is a bit depressing, no matter what the joyous outcome is. Everyone knows that you are supposed to put on weight, everyone knows that your clothes have to get bigger, everyone knows that it's for the health of the baby. And of course I'd do whatever it takes to make sure she has the best. But looking in the mirror and seeing a boy's shirt not cover the hugeness that now protrudes out the front of my body is a bit of a downer. Then you realized you still have three months left to grow. And THEN you're left wondering, will it ever go back? Will I be able to loose it? More importantly, am I gonna have to WORK AT IT to lose it? It's enough to wanna bury my sorrows in pretzel M&M's. Which, coincidentally, are almost all gone.
By the end of the day I was an emotional wreck. Between the face that wouldn't quit, the toddler energy that wouldn't quit, the 96 oz of water I down today (and I still feel dehydrated from all this blowing and drainage), the bathroom trips that came with all the water, being pregnant and sneezing a whole bunch (*ahem* got me?), the hormones, the itchy eyes and nose, the hunger of needing dinner, the EVERYTHING, I was just in tears by 7. Poor Cody had an actual bad day at work, but yet I was still the blubbering mess on the couch being consoled and petted. After a good cry and a good dinner of waffles (thank you IHOP for once again indulging a craving AND for having take-out!) I felt much better. Clarification- emotionally I felt much better. Physically my face is in real danger of being clawed off. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.