Me at the car show testing out a nice little Volvo SUV. Good family car, no? Not happening, but I can dream.
Hi, it's me. Do you remember me? I only ask because no one sees me any more. You know people have wondering eyes. No, not particularly inappropriate wondering eyes, but they see my stomach instead of my face. I've lost my identity. I'm the pregnant girl now, whose coat is too small. See the picture. I put on a bright shirt so you could really see what the public sees. It's awesome. My coat fit like a glove when I bought it, now a better fit comparison is that of OJ Simpson trying to put a glove on a rubber gloved hand. It just ain't going to fit. (gross, I just wrote ain't.) Good thing it has been a mild winter here in Chi town because despite my coat being half open, I'm rarely cold.
Remember when I was fun and did fun things? I just thought I would throw this picture in for fun. Or, so I could remember the fun me who wasn't tired just walking up a flight of stairs. Oh the good old days. But those days will be here again in approximately 7 weeks and counting.
Funny how short 7 weeks is, because when I was up to 7 weeks pregnant, I was dying of stress. Now with 7 weeks to go, I'm dying of heart burn. I'll take the heart burn any day.
(Don't be a Debbie downer and tell me that fun is a long way out once you have kids, you can make it work)