Saturday, February 7, 2009

quack

a strange phenomenon has occured the past two days; I now waddle.

I'm not sure exactly how or when I first noticed it, but last night we ran into a long time family friend who pointed it out to me. maybe I noticed it when I tried to wear heels Thursday for work and noticed that I suddenly couldn't walk in them without resembling a toddler in her mothers shoes. maybe it was when I, a usually fast walker, was eating johns dust in walmart. all I know is that walking, one of my last dignities, has been stripped from me, and I feel oddly naked and exposed.

john and I play a horrible game titled 'fat or pregnant'. yes. we are horrible, horrible people. but let me say this...it's usually a very challenging game, especially if the subject in question could just be in that early poochy stage of pregnancy. I asked john if I looked pregnant and he semi-snorted.

I'll take that as a yes.

I did get a compliment the other day. one of the girls at work has a daughter a little older than me who is about 18 weeks pregnant. she came in, and after I had left told her mom that I was so cute pregnant, and that she was jealous that I didn't even need to wear make-up. that really was a great boost to my self-esteem; it's hard to feel cute when you're doubled over into a trashcan.

oh yeah, I'm just about in my third trimester. I'm never sure when that cut-off is; is it 27 or 28 weeks? I'll be 28 weeks Monday, and my appetite is massive. I guess it's only natural; the monster is supposed to be growing at an extreme rate these last weeks so it makes sense.

oh, better jet-my kettle is whistling like crazy!

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