OK really? I am sooooo happy to be pregnant. I am so grateful everyday that I wake up pregnant, with a growing, wiggling baby in my belly.
But hell. Being fat is no joke.
I don’t care that I’m getting fat for a reason.
I don’t care that “supposedly” I will loose most of this weight postpartum while breastfeeding( yeah right. That only happens to skinny girls)
No, I don’t feel sexy, no, I don’t feel like Earth Mother, No, I am not embracing my new girth.
And hell, I’m only 18 weeks! How am I going to deal with 40?!?!?!?!
I know I shouldn’t care, but after spending the last 15 or so years obsessing about my weight, it’s kind of hard to stop.
Oh well, just my fat girl vent for the day.
But I am grateful, thankful, and very happy to be here.
I just needed to vent.
Oh, and P.S.
Go on over and keep Brown-Eyed Girl some company while she is in labor! Good luck girl!!!!!
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