My shoes are getting tighter

For the most part, I really do love being pregnant.  People are usually extra nice to you.  And they also want to touch you - which I have always found so odd.  Complete strangers finding it perfectly ok to touch my belly.  I admit, pregnant bellies are cute.  And I don't mind one bit when friends and family feel to see if little man is moving around.  But it honestly weirds me out a bit when someone in the grocery store thinks its ok for a quick rub.

I am always tempted to pat their belly in return.  But never actually have the nerve to do it.

I think that my feet are already starting to swell.  My shoes have felt kind of tight the last few days.  When I was pregnant with Ashlyn, I started retaining water like crazy during the last 6 weeks.  To the point that my husband told me (after I got off a plane returning home from a business trip at 35 weeks), "Your feet and legs are virtually unrecognizable to me."  He was not being mean.  Because it was so true.

I remember looking at my feet and not knowing who they belonged too.

And then I remember looking at my feet a few days after giving birth and seeing my ankle bones again. It was a great day.

Here is where I am having some trouble.  I want tater tots from Sonic.  Fries from McDonalds.  Can we say "More sodium, please?"

My goal is to start eating a little healthier because I honestly do think it would help.  Either that or I am just going to have to be ok with packing on about 50lbs this go-around and buying some bigger shoes.