jizzikah

So I broke down and went to look for more comfortable clothes since I finally out grew my last comfortable pair of jeans, not to mention that almost all of my shirts creep up, exposing my stomach. I was looking for anything inexpensive and decent looking...We went to Old Navy and I found some longer fitted shirts for $5. Not bad. And then I just grabbed a blue jean skirt, size 8. I hate trying on clothes and I figured since I was a size 2 in Old Navy clothes, the size 8 SHOULD fit.

No such luck. I've gone up 4 sizes ya'll. I know, I know. I'm pregnant. It's bound to happen. I have to deal with it. But as I sit here eating my fourth pancake, I begin to wonder if the weight is due to my pregnancy. Or is the real reason that I enjoy eating a lot and I'm using my pregnancy as an excuse to gorge myself.

"You're eating for two though!". I hear that a lot. Problem is, that second person only weighs about a pound right now and is approximately 11 inches long. How much can he/she possibly eat?? How much of my dinner of bruchetta, a salad, more bread, eggplant parmesan and pasta could he/she have possibly eaten? Not to mention my waffle cone filled with two scoops of low fat espresso and cream ice cream?? I'm looking too much into it, I know. but for crying out loud!!

Sorry all I didn't make it out last night. I got all dressed up and had one of my break downs and just decided it would be better if I stayed close to home. We were actually on the road when I thought a car was gonna hit us and I freaked out. Literally. Sobbing, shaking, the works.

15 more days before I have to be totally out of this apartment. And you know what? We haven't even found somewhere to live yet! I kinda sarted packing and gonna do more today.

But first I'm off to Old Navy to find the same skirt I bought last night but in a larger size.