Since finding out we are having a little boy, it has become more tangible. I'm constantly thinking about how I want to decorate the nursery and looking for cute little boy items for our registry. Speaking of registry, holy overwhelming! THANK GOD FOR MY SISTER! There are so many things on the baby check list and I'm not sure what I NEED, what would be nice and what I absolutely can do without. Heather to the rescue. She is giving me inside tips and pointers into the world of baby products. Even with her help, it is still overwhelming.
I can tell he is growing. 1. I'm getting huge! 2. I am feeling him move around so much more these days and I love it! Sometimes I stop what I'm doing or eat something just to get him going. But back to 1, the topic of my hugeness. thighs, thighs and more thighs is what I see when I look in the mirror. And my belly has popped which I love until my neurotic self starts looking at pictures of friends who are also pregnant and I am much larger then they are or were at 20 weeks (yes Candice, I'm talking about you!). I really need to get pictures of my ever growing self up here. This weekend, I will make time with Gary to take some pictures and post them.
Apparently with 5 months came my belly and my hormones. I was pretty stable until the last week and suddenly I feel like I can't get ahold of my emotions. If I'm frustrated, I cry, sad, I cry, angry, I cry, etc. And once I feel one of these emotions it takes hours for me to settle myself. It doesn't help when I am shopping and feeling frustrated because all of the cute clothes I see couldn't even get over one of my thighs and the maternity clothes are boring me. But on top of that as I try on new pants and stare at my thunder thighs in the mirror my lovely adoring husband says " Your thighs are getting bigger". Geeee, thanks dear! I wanted out of the mall at that very second. After that lovely shopping experience this weekend, I get to school on Tuesday and one of my students tells me I should be Garfield for halloween, he proceeded to explain because he is a fat cat and I could easily pull that off. Oh boys.. I have an 11 yr. old and a 28 yr. old making me feel self conscious, I guess they never learn.
Umm, hello! You haven't seen my ass lately! That's where I put my baby weight. Don't worry, we're going to breast feed it all off! Here's what I'm wearing all winter: leggings, boots and whatever shirt is long enough to cover my ass. Maternity shirts just make us look frumpy.
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