The struggle is real. Not wanting to be a negative Nancy or anything, but I am going to do a whole post about things that are NOT my favorite this week. Enjoy.
one. bear meat sandwiches.
Thanks to my favorite bagel place for leaving the egg off of my EGG bagel sandwich this morning. Don’t they know this pregnant girl needs her morning protein – and not in the form of double turkey sausage.
two. Taco Bell FAIL.
They DISCONTINUED my Sriracha Chicken Crunchwrap Slider and replaced it with some crappy creation called a Quesalupa. The guy at the drive thru convinced me to try it and I was so disgusted I spit out the one bite I took. I don’t like to waste food, so understand that this truly tasted that bad. It tasted like soggy sour cream chicken wrapped in a bad church carnival fried dough. There was no cheesy surprise baked inside of the shell like the commercials either. Way to go Taco Bell ruining my #1 pregnancy craving.
three. the pants situation.
I’m not big enough to fit into maternity jeans yet, but I’m too big to fit into any of the jeans in my closet. Even my go-to stretchy pants from J.Crew are starting to pop at the button/zipper and I am afraid every time I sit down I’m going to bust a seam. And the underwear situation is beginning – my hips are too big for the current size in my drawers and I’m tearing the lacy waistbands left and right. Looks like I will be doing some shopping this weekend.
four. the missing bump.
Yes I am completely aware that I don’t look 15 weeks pregnant, but it’s not a compliment when you scoff at my bump. The fact that my pants don’t button and my bras are too small is enough for me to feel pregnant and you should not mock me for that. I wrote a whole blog post series when I was pregnant with Annabelle about the difference in bump sizes among women. I know I am overly sensitive because of the surge of hormones pulsing through my veins, but it does hurt my feelings when you tell me I don’t look pregnant. Because I feel it. And there really is a baby in my belly!
five. pregnancy brain.
It’s real people – gestational amnesia is a condition (that someone made up) to describe what happens to a woman when she is pregnant and can’t remember why she put her car keys in the fridge. I’m about to go Code Red on my house to find my favorite pair of black stretchy pants. I remember putting them somewhere “safe” but don’t know where that special place is. Two days ago I almost drank the Honest kitchen cleaner thinking it was my water bottle.
Now for the good stuff…
- FULLER HOUSE IS ON NETFLIX!
- IT’S FRIDAY!
- We are revealing the gender of Baby H 2.0 to our families this weekend! And for all you who want to know too – I’ll tell you next week!