Thoughts on Pregnancy

So I am going to start doing a weekly or so pregnancy update, mostly for myself as a journal of sorts and for any of you who might be interested in whats going on, (hi mom). I have decided to keep them separate from the rest of my posts because I tend to be a pretty blunt and sarcastic person and if hearing about bodily issues, etc etc freaks people out, they can just skip the whole post.

I hate to start with disclaimers since this is MY blog but I would hate for someone to stumble across something too graphic that would scare them from ever getting pregnant themselves. (You know who you are.)



Okay lets get going:

The Pros and Cons of Pregnancy (to Date):

Pros:

-My breasts have never been bigger. Seriously my C cup runneth over... I can't believe it and they say they are just going to get bigger. I don't know how I am going to handle it once they are full of milk and totally ginormous! You would think this would only be a good thing-Steve loves it-but sometimes its annoying, like when you plan on wearing a fitted button up shirt and don't realize until midmorning that the button over your chest has popped open. Hmm...not so good or work appropriate. But I have never looked better in my bathing suit top...

-Everyone is super nice to you and accommodating, especially Steve. He carries everything, gets hard to reach things down and is always concerned for the baby. He was a great husband before but let me just say one thing, the foot massage is back. Enough said.

-There is nothing quite like seeing and hearing a growing baby inside of you. And even though it is very foreign and doesn't really register as "this-is-real", its pretty cool. I do have to admit, I'm not emotionally attached to the baby yet, probably because at this point it is more alien like than anything.

-My doctor gave the okay on diet coke. I knew he was a kindred spirit. I even saw one on his desk.


-After months on weightwatchers I can FINALLY justify white bread toast for breakfast. Mentally I can already see myself full of entitlement, I'm pregnant, I can eat whatever the heck I want. (Note: this will also appear in the Cons section)

-I don't have to go to girls camp.


Cons:

-Its pretty much like being on your period 24/7. Greasy exploding skin, I have never had a problem with zits. I mean in high school I had a couple every so often but nothing like this. To my own mortification they are everywhere, and I mean everywhere-have you ever had a zit in your armpit? well I have. And they are big. I am currently recovering from one smack dab in the middle of my forehead. Its the size of a dime, I kid you not. Its pretty intense, it was so big it never even was pop-able. Also I'm gassy and bloated all the time especially if I ever eat a big meal. Aren't you so glad you're reading this?

-I feel like I can eat whatever I want. Its awful. I was so good for months and now its like "get out of my way, I'm going to eat that donut and I don't even care." Eating for two, yeah right. You really only need like 300 extra calories a day. I'm working on this one.

-Weird dreams. I have had the weirdest dreams including but not limited to: dreaming that I had sextuplets who kicked Steve and I out of our bed and we had to sleep on an air mattress, a crazy dream about being handed my baby to breastfeed and then having it turn into a full sized grown up man in my lap, and the freakiest one where I was forced to wear only sweatpants everywhere because that was all that fit.

-I cry in movies. (Spoiler Alert) Mostly I have remained pretty stable emotionally, I even asked Steve and he agrees but for some reason during "He's Just Not That Into You" I openly cried when Ben Affleck proposed to Jennifer Aniston with those hideous cargo pants. And even worse, I secretly cried in 17 Again. 17 Again! Come on beckie, get a grip. But when Zac Effron "read" that letter to his wife I almost completely lost it and if I had been alone and not in the $1, I probably would have been sobbing.

-I'm hot all the time. especially in church.

-Today was my first failure at buttoning my shorts. I am really dreading the whole "you look fat and NOT pregnant stage."

Anyway that's it for now. That wasn't too gross, right?