I am a mess, again.
Hours after writing my Week 13 post on how I felt SOOO much better, I felt like a 2 ton truck hit me with a load of bricks. I have been close to a walking zombie ever since. So freakin exhausted, still.
I thought I wasn't doing too bad until I heard Mr. Spice tell his entire family on Father's Day that I have good days and bad days, and that today wasn't such a great one. Ouch.
I will admit that was only a few hours after I bit his head off for not letting me have cereal before we left the house to go to brunch. New household rule- feed the pregnant woman right away!!!
I am now STARVING from the time I wake up until right after lunch. Basically, I eat two breakfasts, pre-lunch, and lunch every day. Dinner too, but food in the morning is the most important part.
I am also full time in maternity pants- or should I say pant. I've bought three pairs of pants- and so far the The Perfect Pant, aka a pregnant women's dream, aka sweat pants that I wear to work- are the only keepers.
I did buy a 'super cute' and 'super expensive' pair of leggings to go under dresses. I spent the whole day with the crotch of the leggings around my knees all day long, which made me want to shot someone.
Of course, I bought them at a store with a horrid return policy, and after fighting with the women about how the super expensive leggings were a piece of crap and that I would no longer shop there- she FINALLY returned them for store credit.
Yet only after she shamed me and told me they were a small independent shop (btw, they have three stores)- and I told her that I completely agree and that in NO WAY was I trying to take advantage. Needless to say, I am not excited about going back to the store in the near future.
To top it all off, I confirmed that I just look fat on the bus yesterday. I stood the entire way home while I watched two 20-something girls and a 20-something guy chat merrily about their favorite bars. As they were sitting at the front of the bus under the sign that read "By law you must vacate seats for seniors and disabled people"- you can guarantee that I was sticking my stomach out at them and throwing daggers with my eyes.
But the worst part, I have totally been that person. I've seen a women's belly that might or might not be pregnant and not given them my seat. Yikes. I know common courtesy is to not assume that someone is pregnant, but at that moment I was so upset at myself for not giving up my seat previously. Urg, the double edge sword of early pregnancy.
With that, I am off to get a bagel with cream cheese, yummm. So hungry.