I recently found Leslie's blog and can't get over how freakin adorable she is! This week, I'm linking up with her and spewing all my deepest, darkest confessions. Ok, few are "deep" and none are "dark" but you get the idea.
1. I cannot gain weight. {OH MY EFFF yes i just said that}. I am doing everything in my power, including sneaking a lil bite every now and then directly from the cream cheese package and nothing is working. NOTHING. I'm starving all the time so I eat roughly every 1.5-2 hours, but it's not like it's going "through me" {if you catch my drift}. I don't know where it's going. I know, someday {soon} I will look back and lament ever saying such words, but I can't help but freak out that I'm 13 weeks pregnant with nothing to show for it, minus a weird, flabby looking little pooch that weights approx 0 lbs. Maybe it's the zero alcohol rule and loads of "good stuff" like fruits/veggies, because I never had this issue before. We're going to Mexico in three weeks and I would rather look pregnant than FAT in a two piece. Vain, so vain.
2. I secretly think it is awesome. Go you, baby S! We're headed out to dinner with friends tonight, where I will still fit into my "hot" clothes even after a whole bowl of chicken corn chowda, loaded redskins, and prime rib (med-well) with extra mushrooms. THEN, we're headed out with another couple tomorrow night for more steak. Bonus!
3. I went out and bought Raven's infamous tan in a can this week. Ugh. This is the first winter I've gone without subjecting myself to the deadly rays of an indoor tanning bed and I could just about die. If they would let preggos tan, I would be first in line. Probably why I have wrinkles at 23 {wait, make that 24...I did have another birthday last week, shoot}. Don't be fooled, I have way too many northern european ancestors to achieve any sort of remarkable color, but something is better than nothing unless I want to go around looking like Casper {no, not white...but rather, "see through"}. Because blue veins don't look good on anyone's face.
4. I had wine on NYE. And it was awesome. The entire 1/2 ounce of it. It left me absolutely drooling for more. Am I the only one? Are there any mammas out there who drank a glass of wine or a beer every once in a while and their baby ended up fine? Once upon a time, somebody told me "baby can't feel it if you can't" and I thought that was the absolute worst advice I've ever heard because once I start drinking, I can't tell the difference between what I'm feeling and what I'm not.
5. I have been a major slacker lately. So bad that Ross once said, and I quote "are you ever going to do anything around here again? Once that baby comes you'll just say you never have time to cook or clean, how will we live?" I can probably do better. I just don't feel like ittttttttt! Slack at home, slack at work. Shizzzzzz, even I know I'm being lazy. Need to work harder on that.
6. I just found out I've been paying twice (make that 4x the minimum, cuz I pay double on everything) on my car loan each month. How could I NOT notice that an extra $500 every month was disappearing?! I am religious about banking, saving, and how I spend my money. I feel like I've failed myself. I could have used it SO many other ways! Like, on my school debt--because that interest rate bends me over every.single.day.
7. It's 50 degrees and sunny in West Michigan today so all that snow we got last week is GONE. I am so sad.
Have a good weekend lovelies!
