Check out my cute little nose!

For 4-1/2 months I remained relatively small in the stomach area. So much so that the general public was wondering if I was pregnant or if I had simply gained my holiday weight a little early. Well, there are definitely no questions, it is now obvious I am pregnant. The downside of this new development is the trial and error technique I have had to develop in getting ready in the morning. Last week I tried on a pair of pants (not maternity) but a larger size, uh-oh they don't fit! They just fit last week...shoot. Let's try these. SHWOO, I'm in. Next, top. This one should cover my belly...UG! You've got to be kidding me. My lined bra is not enough to pad those things! I guess I'll need to put on another shirt--layered look here I come. This is not going to work either, the shirt doesn't fit! GRRR...this is getting ridiculous! Hmmm...do I have something that matches these pants and this longer shirt!?!?! Oh, here is one...Dear Jesus, please let this work, I'm getting real tired of getting dressed this morning. Ahhh...it works! Until tomorrow...

I saw a movie recently that was suppose to be an entertaining, enjoyable, whimsical film. It wasn't!  If you are pregnant DO NOT go see "UP!".  I cried at least three times, not a tear trickling down my face, but tears running down both sides of my face--shirt wet!  Now it might be the hormones, but for your personal well being, do not go see the movie if you are pregnant...unless you need a good cry.

Now when you are pregnant, out of control can refer to your emotions, lack of memory, or eating habits.  My "out of control" experience has to do with something way more noticeable to EVERYONE around... uncontrollable gas.  Last night I was having my first adventure out in quite awhile to Target.  I was walking down the aisles and then all of a sudden, a loud flatulence sound came from my backside. Two aisles later, AGAIN!  I was running out of aisles I could ditch down without people in them!  It became so frequent that I stopped ditching down aisles and just let 'er rip wherever I was--people or no people!  I hear you lose most of your inhibitions when you are pregnant--I think I'm entering the inhibition free zone at this point in my pregnancy.
As I have endured 6 weeks of awfulness I am more and more convinced that all delivery rooms come equipped with men in black. They are the men that have neat little lasers, you look at the light and they zap you and you remember nothing.  In the movie, you don't remember your encounter with the aliens.  I am certain this happens in the delivery room so moms that have gone through 9, I mean 10 months of the not so enjoyable experiences and hours upon hours (if you are lucky) of labor would be willing to pro-create yet again. I can't wait for my men in black experience...
I am dumbfounded at the lack information previous pregnant women give to women considering the path of motherhood.  I never heard how horrible the nausea could be or that you could and would experience severe constipation, in addition to insomnia.  Not to mention the things I have yet to encounter...heartburn, hemorrhoids, and leg cramps.  I had to go to alternative sources to discover these things and to make sure not pooping for 4 days was "normal" when pregnant.  I beg all mamas EVERY WHERE to speak up!  Those exploring possible Motherhood need to be educated in the ways of the wise who have been where we are considering traveling...

