Maximum capacity reached.
Weight limit exceeded.
No room in the in.
Caution: Wide load ahead
(follow with extreme care)
I cried the other night to Nate about being big and uncomfortable.
Then I warned him that I would most likely cry that next morning
when I go to get dressed and realize that nothing fits anymore.
And my once baggy sweats have now turned to spandex pants
and my use-to-be-comfortable-and-loose-fitting T-shirts
have all transformed into to tight fitting belly shirts.
So maybe, to make myself happy,
I'll go invest in a couple of retro flowered moo-moo's
and some neon colored slippers
then quickly run by the grocery store
to stock up on my favorite ice cream
and go into hiding... maybe.
it should only last for a few more weeks
and then you'll get to enjoy my post pregnancy hormonal pity parties.
(Which promise to be as equally exciting.)





