Words of wisdom for Friday, January 7.

I’m pregnant and I love to eat. This = a bad combination.

I was so hoping this time around I would be too sick to eat. Or maybe throw up every time I ate. That would be okay too. Either way, I was hoping not to pack on 10 pounds in my first trimester. That’s what happened when I was pregnant with #1.

So far, I’ve been a lot sicker, but it hasn’t deterred me from eating constantly. I find that snacking calms my stomach, and then I don’t throw up. I refuse to weigh myself and I told myself I wouldn’t stress about it, but as of yesterday I officially started to feel like a blimp.

I dislike the awkward part of pregnancy before you look pregnant. Just fat. I’m trying to embrace it.