| Thursday, February 12, 2004 End of 23rd Week, About to Start 24th... (Yeah, about to start the sixth month) So I have a new addition to my body and his name is Mr. Cellulite. Hello, I hate you. Go away. I tell you, it knocked me for a loop this morning when I was getting dressed and I happened to turn around and catch the back of my legs in the mirror. WHAT IS THAT? Now, I've had some minor cellulite in my time; after all, I was a big girl for a vast majority of my life. It was only in the past two or so years that I have/HAD slimmed down, so it's not like I can't fathom it. But whoa. Man. Whoa, Nelly! After Chris was a good hubby and consoled me and sent me on my way to work, I stayed pretty down about it all day...couldn't help it. It sucks to feel out of control---that's one thing that really is scary about pregnancy. You have no more control. This baby (I love my son already, and this is not about HIM, but about the act of being pregnant)thing controls you. No more diet Coke, no more caffeine crazed days, no more mood altering medication, no more cigarettes, no more Crown and Cokes or good red wine...not until this kid is out of your body. It's just hard at times, like today. I am getting bigger every day it seems. I had trouble getting out of the bathtub last night. My balance is starting to be off. I feel the lil' buddy rocking and rolling in there, having a grand ole time. I keep wondering who he will look like, whose traits will he inherit...I love my son, but man, he better be a good boy for mama. This cellulite sucks. PS We have a name picked out. First name anyway. But shhh...it's a secret. last next |
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