I have been waiting all year for it to get warm. I HATE the cold. I bought very few cold weather pregnancy clothes because I figured I would be my biggest in the warm weather and all my summer dresses would fit over my bump.
What I didn't count on was my expanding bust line. Now that it is 80 degrees and sunny I have discovered that yes, my dresses all do fit over my bump, but only 2-3 of them can keep my puppies in place. Boobs have never been an issue or a consideration for me... Mine have always been proportionate to my frame, fit nicely in my clothes, etc...
A few weeks ago I started to notice that I was busting out of my bras, but being a minimalist (or cheap) I figured I could squeeze into my bras and didn't want to invest in new ones. That was until I started getting horrific lines from my bras, had horrible side boob bulges, and even experienced a few nipple escapes! I went to Victoria's Secret to get measured and purchase bras that fit and was shocked when the sales lady told me my new cup size! I actually measured between two sizes and decided to go with the smaller one because there was no way that someone of my size was really the larger one... So, now I have three new, well-fitting bras and boy what a difference it makes!!
The new bras, however, don't help with my dress issue... I guess this weekend I will need to do a little more shopping... That probably sounds like fun to some people... Not me... I HATE shopping...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
My life is like a bowl of buttered noodles
Last night when hubby and i were at dinner he said something to me that I had also been pondering...
Will I ever be normal me again? We've both actually forgotten what I was like pre-pregnancy (PP). Before I got all needy and fussy... Back when i was self-sufficient and didn't depend on others to feed me and take care of me so much. Lucky for me, I have an incredibly nurturing husband who has really been tremendous during my pregnancy. He now cooks, does all the grocery shopping and he even greets me outside of the subway station every day after work (or picks me up from work) so that I don't need to carry my heavy backpack.
PP I didn't require so much help... I ate what I wanted (and I mean everything) and I had an active social life (to the point where during the week hubby and I were only both home max 1-2 days a week together). I had lots of dinner / drinks plans and definitely was not in the habit of coming home from work every day. Of late, my life has turned into my most reliable dinner option - butter noodles. Plain, kinda bland and boring, totally unadventurous, etc... 7 months ago those were not words I would use to describe myself. I'm now that annoying person in restaurants who I typically hate... Asking questions about what's in certain things and how they're prepared and seeing if the chef can do a more mild version of whatever it is so I don't get heartburn...
PP food and drink were the center of my universe. Whether it was planning the next big feast I would cook, making reservations at the hottest new restaurant, or having an all day boozefest with the hubby (we loooooove warm weather and bar hopping on a Saturday afternoon)... My days were filled with good food and drink. Now they are filled with pepcid, prenatals and puke bags. If I were to come up with some words to describe my pre-pregnancy self they would be fun, adventurous and independent/carefree/unrestricted. Will I ever be these things again?? Now I worry about sleeping anywhere but home (if I don't get a good night sleep I most definitely get sick and usually end up a nightmare to those around me) and I prefer eating at home (even though hubby's repertoire is rather limited). My life revolved around work too... That was a key defining element for me and alot of my sense of accomplishment/self worth was tied to success in the work place. I'm not saying that I don't still love working, but it's much much harder to care about work issues when my back is killing me, I'm being kicked/distracted by my son, trying to figure out what I can shove down my gullet to stave off the nausea, etc...
I'm now definitely a different version of me.
And once the baby is born I don't think it's possible to go back to being the me I used to be...
Will I ever be normal me again? We've both actually forgotten what I was like pre-pregnancy (PP). Before I got all needy and fussy... Back when i was self-sufficient and didn't depend on others to feed me and take care of me so much. Lucky for me, I have an incredibly nurturing husband who has really been tremendous during my pregnancy. He now cooks, does all the grocery shopping and he even greets me outside of the subway station every day after work (or picks me up from work) so that I don't need to carry my heavy backpack.
PP I didn't require so much help... I ate what I wanted (and I mean everything) and I had an active social life (to the point where during the week hubby and I were only both home max 1-2 days a week together). I had lots of dinner / drinks plans and definitely was not in the habit of coming home from work every day. Of late, my life has turned into my most reliable dinner option - butter noodles. Plain, kinda bland and boring, totally unadventurous, etc... 7 months ago those were not words I would use to describe myself. I'm now that annoying person in restaurants who I typically hate... Asking questions about what's in certain things and how they're prepared and seeing if the chef can do a more mild version of whatever it is so I don't get heartburn...
PP food and drink were the center of my universe. Whether it was planning the next big feast I would cook, making reservations at the hottest new restaurant, or having an all day boozefest with the hubby (we loooooove warm weather and bar hopping on a Saturday afternoon)... My days were filled with good food and drink. Now they are filled with pepcid, prenatals and puke bags. If I were to come up with some words to describe my pre-pregnancy self they would be fun, adventurous and independent/carefree/unrestricted. Will I ever be these things again?? Now I worry about sleeping anywhere but home (if I don't get a good night sleep I most definitely get sick and usually end up a nightmare to those around me) and I prefer eating at home (even though hubby's repertoire is rather limited). My life revolved around work too... That was a key defining element for me and alot of my sense of accomplishment/self worth was tied to success in the work place. I'm not saying that I don't still love working, but it's much much harder to care about work issues when my back is killing me, I'm being kicked/distracted by my son, trying to figure out what I can shove down my gullet to stave off the nausea, etc...
I'm now definitely a different version of me.
And once the baby is born I don't think it's possible to go back to being the me I used to be...
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