So, as most of you have noticed by my baby ticker, I'm pregnant. Nathan and I decided it's finally time for number two. Now, let me start this out by saying this is a vent/complaining post, so if you don't want to hear it, stop reading now and just leave me a comment of congratulations :) Otherwise, here goes:
First, are we really ready for number two? Julia is crazy and getting crazier. We live with my parents, and Nathan still has a year of school left. We're insane, I know. But, seeing a few of my friends in my situation, or not, having number two, or even number three, I try to have faith.
Also, I've been upset for a few weeks now, mainly b/c I'm only 11 weeks and I've already gained 12 pounds. What really set me off tonight was I was looking at old postings from last year, and I was a lot smaller. I'm already about to start wearing maternity clothes, and I was at least 20 weeks when I started to with Julia. My butt is all of a sudden the size of Texas and I not only have a baby bump, but love handles!!! I feel sick all the time, but never throw up, and some might say that's lucky, but I wish I would just throw up and get it over with! I haven't changed my diet or my work out routine. Even at 5:00 in the morning, when I am so sick and tired, I get up and run 5-6 miles. So why the weight gain? One of my friends told me some people are just destined to gain more weight while being pregnant. Your metabolism can slow down and your body holds on to fat. What's up with that? That's not fair! If I take care of my body, it should show!!! And to top it all off, we're going to Hawaii in July, and at this rate, by that time I'm going to be a whale! They'll think I'm beached when I'm laying out on the beach and roll me back into the ocean!
Once again I apologize, but really, it's not fair. Those of you who know me well, know that I am a work-out-aholic. Please advice or empathy from anyone.