Jessica Writes

Having a built-in tray for food to fall on (this also applies to my cleavage which seems to serve as a Ziploc storage bag these days). So far, its been chocolate ice cream, chips/crackers crumbs, macaroni and cheese, my lunch today, you name it – I have either stored it or worn it. I look down and find random things have landed on me all the time, or with the chocolate ice cream which was concealed under my bump, Chris noticed long before I did and shook his head and laughed. It’s horrifying for someone who prides herself in not staining clothing.

Struggling to fit into a bathroom stall and then struggling to shut the door only to find there is no toilet paper in the stall.

Using the restroom only to have to the immediate urge to use it again.

Becoming way too familiar with public restrooms that I would otherwise have avoided like the plague. I have had to utilize facilities that have a creepy, Deliverence-type vibe. Sometimes I wonder if I will make it out of these public restrooms alive and without acquiring a disease!

Skin tags. Ewwwwwwww.

Stretch marks on my hiney.

Cellulite that is now growing its own baby cellulite.

Uncontrollable flatulence. Sorry to everyone who comes within smelling distance of me.

Uncontrollable belching. Sorry about that, too. I really can’t help it.

The “pregnant glow” that is really the result of a 1 million degree hotflash.

The looks of pity when I waddle down the hall, and resorting to waddling for that matter.

People repeatedly asking me how I am feeling.

I hate this because these days, I honestly always feel bad, and I don’t want anyone to think I am not grateful for the gift I have been given. I hate being a Debbie Downer, but my answer is probably going to be the same every day. It hurts to sleep, to be awake, to move, to do about anything. That is just how it is right now.

This entry was posted on Friday, July 18th, 2008 at 2:31 pm and is filed under Uncategorized.
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