I feel like this post will be all over the place because of the lack of sleep I got last night, paired with how tired I was before I went to bed.
I had supper at the Brickhouse yesterday, and while I loved what I ate (burger/fries/carrot cake), Kreature had a different opinion.
First, I was uncomfortably full. I didn't eat more food than I normally would, but Kreature is taking up more and more space. I'm quite positive my stomach is somewhere up where my heart is and has been squished to the size of a golf ball. Cool.
Second, I guess he just didn't like the food. I spent the rest of the evening ridiculously nauseous but never getting the blessed relief of throwing up.
As you can see, becoming pregnant hasn't made me classy.
Finally, when I got home and rolled my sorry ass into bed, there was NO. COMFORTABLE. POSITION. I wasn't someone who could sleep on my back anyways, so that was immediately out, and lying on either side just made me feel like a beached whale.
Speaking of beached whales...I am slowly (actually, quickly) becoming one.
Don't bother rolling your eyes at me. I know I have this tiny being growing inside of me. I know it's normal to gain weight during pregnancy. I know I'm being ridiculous. However, that doesn't change how I feel.
I would like to thank each person who has told me that I look great, because I don't feel great. It's hard to watch your body change into something completely different in such a short period of time. Sure, the doctor says 25-35 pounds is a normal weight gain, but actually gaining that weight is different.
My scale has become my worst enemy. I'm not sad the battery is dying and that I know I'm too lazy to replace it.
I'm quite sure that my ass is becoming so large that the Charlottetown airport could soon use it for a runway. That being said, it's not likely to happen based on the cellulite. Makes for some dangerous potholes.
