Friday, August 5, 2011

Preggo my Eggo Update: 19 weeks down, 21 to go.

Weight gain: Well, the skinniness that the stomach flu afforded me for the first part of my pregnancy has officially subsided. At 18 weeks, BabyCenter said, “Hungry? An increase in appetite is pretty common about now.” Yeah, that is like the biggest understatement in the world. I could eat four Mexicans, an Italian and a cheesecake. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not a girl who cares about her weight. I eat like a linebacker most of the time and then run to help even it out. I am never below double digits in size and I have always been happy with that. I was concernicus my first 16 weeks because I just. couldn’t. gain. weight. Boo hoo, right? Don’t worry, by the end of this pregnancy I will be well over 200 pounds and give Jenny McCarthy a run for her money.

Mood swings: I want to rip my husband’s face off. No reason, really, he is just near me the most and is a really nice person, which makes me want to smother him to death with my leftover Almond Joy wrappers. He will ask me a simple question like, “What would you like for me to pick up for dinner?” And I want to respond, “Why don’t you decide what the f*ck we are having for dinner? Maybe for once there can be food on the table and I don’t have to be the deciding force of how it magically got there.” Really, he just wants to know what I want because he knows if he chooses himself I will snap his neck for getting McDonald’s when I wanted Taco Bell. Poor guy.

The worst part is that he is so nice he probably reads this blog to show genuine interest in what I am doing. Oops. Hi, honey. I love you. I promise not to kill you in your sleep for snoring with your mouth open, again.

19-week bump

1 comment:

I love hearing from you. It reinforces that writing this blog is not just a silly waste of my brain matter. If you leave a douche canoe comment, I will delete it. I am powerful like that.

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