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.