That Time

The time has come.

That time where you feel like a balloon.

Where you literally feel like you might pop at any moment.

Where nothing fits.

And pants fall down.

And shirts roll up.

Yes that time where the cute pregnant feeling has now turned into UGH!!!!  

Where you cycle between just a few outfits that aren't even that cute.

Where one outfit feels cute one day and the exact same outfit looks uninspiring and gross the next day.

Where all you want to eat is candy.

Maybe even cinnamon rolls.

But you can't because you know that it will only make you feel worse.  

And all you want to do is sit and do nothing.

But you don't b/c sitting and doing nothing will only cause the constant carbs you've been eating to just sit on those expanding thighs.

But then you think, "this is the time to indulge and let yourself go."

But then the thought of loosing the weight makes you want to cry.

Then you think of Abs... 

Girls that have abs...

And how much you miss having abs...

and the ability to sit up on your own.

Or the ability to make it more than 2 hours without having to go to the bathroom.

Or just thinking that thought causes a trip to the bathroom.

Yes.... That time.

And then you think to yourself.  "I have 7+ weeks left!"

That's so much time!

And then you think to yourself... "no it's not!"

And then you go and pull out all the baby stuff.

Get a little anxiety b/c Rylee isn't in her new room and out of the crib yet.

Anxiety from just the thought of sleep deprivation.

And the constant spitting up.

And POOP... oh the poop.

But oh the snuggles you'll get.

And the cooing... and the sweet little balled up fists.

And you feel waves of emotion come.

And then you just go eat a smartie... and feel better.

And realize there are 7+ weeks left.

Time to just chill b/c it will be the last 7+ weeks of just chilling for a LONG time.

And then you write about it.

And realize you sound like a crazy person.

And you know you are but it's okay.