My kid is sleeping like crap lately - so when he woke up screaming today about an hour earlier than normal, I had to rush around to get myself ready. I couldn't find any clothes I wanted so I grabbed a pair of non-maternity jeans sitting on the dresser that I haven't even attempted to put on in weeks. (Not because I was a afraid they wouldn't fit, but because it's been 50 billion degrees here and who wants to wear jeans when it's that hot???)
But, I'm 12 weeks pregnant. Surely I was going to have a hard time getting them on, or at least they would be snug around the middle, right? Nope. Not in the least. WTF? In my first pregnancy I would have jumped for joy about this. I gained weight too quickly in the first trimester with my son (carbs were the only thing that helped my sickness). I've been keeping an eye on my weight - and I'm only up about 3 pounds for the first trimester this time around. And while I wouldn't expect 3 pounds would make my pants completely not fit, HELLO - isn't there supposed to be a baby the size of a plum in my ever-expanding uterus? How can my pants fit and not even be snug in the middle???
So what did I do, in my exhausted emotional state? Sat on my bed and cried. Because in my traumatized brain, this is clearly a very bad sign. :(
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.