Maybe some of you vertically challenged lovely ladies were lucky and tucked that little bundle of joy in your inch long torso without a problem, but this little lady is not so lucky.
Two-months in and many food aversions later I've had to pack up my skinniest pair of skinny jeans and store them away for the long haul. It's not like I look pregnant yet, but something is definitely showing that wasn't before.
This is how big my baby is:
What? It seems ridiculous that a little grape is coming between me and my favorite articles of clothing. I knew my life would change, but so soon? I don't know if I can handle this.
On a positive note, on a particularly wonderful day when I was sporting my newly acquired fat suit (and that is what it really feels like, a suit that does not belong to me) I was approached on campus by a zealous Provo All-star who invited me to a pool party mixer. Yes, me, the pregnant miserably sick and unattractive feeling woman who incidentally was wearing her wedding ring (remember this post?) was invited to hang-out with silly young men poolside wearing hardly nothing. Truly, a victory for pregnant women everywhere.
Okay, so maybe I'm being dramatic about the fat suit. Apparently some people still think I have it going on. That or they are desperate, but please people, I need all the wins I can get for the next four weeks...or 8 months...I'm still deciding what advice I can trust.