Thursday, March 17, 2011
My jeans are so tight I have heartburn
16 weeks pregnant and not wearing maternity clothes, although perhaps I should be (but actually I shouldn't because they are too big, but my real clothes are getting kind of awkward and WHEN WILL I LOOK PREGNANT, DAMNIT?)
Actually, I am in no hurry to look pregnant or to stop wearing my clothes because as I told the nice nurse practitioner (who gave me the roughest pap I have ever encountered-- seriously, I always roll my eyes at women who complain of discomfort at their annual OB visits or at internal exams toward the end of their pregnancies, but HOLY SHIT never again) who knows if I will ever wear them again. With every pound I gain (4 if you want to keep track at home), I am simultaneously hopeful that it will send me out of the fat-or-pregnant stage and sad because this could be the lightest I ever am again (you know, the whole bounce back thing).
Ben and I are on spring break, and THE KIDS AREN'T! We had 3 kid-free days, but because we are stodgy grown ups, all we did was work and tour private schools for next year and look at houses we can't buy until we sell our condo and speaking of condo? We SLASHED the price like Scott Walker slashed K-12 education in Wisconsin (see: private school search).
Not a lot of Spring, though.
Or all that much break.