Pop goes the Weasel

Dammit. I've popped. I thought I would have a few more weeks of half getting by with 'looking' pregnant. Now I just get the "wow, you popped overnight" statement. Well, I suppose it is true, but still, just not something I am loving hearing at the moment. Check back with me in a few more weeks and I'll probably be proudly sporting the baby bump.

Part of my distaste is my ever expanding waistline and the lack of clothes that I now fit into. Of course I have options from when Lilly was born, but to be honest, I just don't like most of them. And, have you ever shopping for maternity clothes? Options are limited. I. Mean. Limited. When I finally find something I like and it is reasonably priced, my size isn't available. If there are any entrepenuers out there I suggest you get into this business. And for the love of God, please make clothes that normal people can afford. I might (or may) buy designer jeans when I am not pregnant, but I sure as hell ain't gonna spend $200 on jeans that I will wear for 4 months.

And another thing. I am not glowing. That's called a greasy oil face and it is giving me acne and I dislike it very much. I had backne with Lil. This one is giving it to be on my chin and neck. Hmmm... that's about the only difference I have seen between the two pregnancies. Signs of a boy maybe???

I know the goal was to have a picture for this week, but hey, I can't make all my goals all the time. See the issue is that the second I get home I change into comfy clothes. Then I feel too frumpy to have a picture taken. Next week. Maybe.