Feeling more pregnant by the minute.

The last couple weeks I've started to notice how things are changing, and how my body is starting to feel like I've been hit by a train, all the time. Sadly almost two weeks ago my wedding ring was so tight, I had to pry it off, and waited a few days in hope that I could wear it again, but no such luck. So now I've tucked my wedding ring away in our fireproof safe box, and I've bought a 16 dollar ring from Kohl's that looks like an engagement ring. I was sporting the naked finger look for a few days, but I just didn't feel right. I don't want people to think I'm pregnant out of wedlock. (I know I'm ridiculous, but I also know how judgmental people can be) So now I a fake ring that is a size 9, and actually a little big on me, but I figured I have some growing room for my fat finger just case it decided to swell up even more. It's sad that I've already had to tuck my wedding ring away because I'm swelling up like a balloon. Though my mom told me the other day that I my fat didn't look puffy, fat or swollen due to pregnancy, so that is reassuring to hear. I'm glad my fingers are the only body part that has decided to swell up, though that's a slight lie. My left foot keeps swelling up. Which I go more into that sob story later.

Yesterday, I've sadly realize how being pregnant makes me more grumpy and hate things that I use to like. For example, yesterday at work I had to do this thing called a girl talk, which is basically walking from classroom to classroom talking to the girls while the boys cover their ears, getting the girls excited about wanting to join our organization. Well, in the past I quite enjoyed doing these. Well yesterday was the complete opposite, I seriously felt like I was in a never ending work hell. My first mistake was thinking I could talk to 58 classrooms in 2 and a half hours, yes 58. This school is huge! It's only K-3, but it has so many classrooms. I started out very excited and enthusiastic to get girls excited about joining. By classroom 20, my throat was killing me, my feet absolutely hurt, my body felt like falling apart, and I just overly felt like I wanted this to end. I seriously felt like I was in a hell repeating the same words over a over again. It made me wish I had a tape recorder with my speech pre-recorded and I would have to do is press play and stand there holding the recorder. After doing 30 classes in a row, I decided to quit because I was so angry, tired, grumpy and everything else, and was just ready to eat lunch. So I'm finishing this up on Monday, the other 18 classes, (ugh) and then I get to do it all over again at another school! Yeah! And during my fun adventure, I had a second grader who I think was special needs, grope my boob, twice, once in the class and once when I walking in the hallway. That was his way of saying "Hi girl scout lady". Lovely. Matt told me I should have hit the kid, but unfortunately Matt does not realize doing those kind of things are not allowed in schools, let alone I'm a visitor and on the clock, so if I were to hit a child, I probably would be out of a job. That or a law suit against me. So after my fun adventure and sounding like a broken record I was so happy for it be over with and go get some lunch. For some reason I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day and just couldn't wait to go home.

I've discovered recently how my legs feel like wimp noodles, and standing and walking around seems like such a painful process. I think that's why I was so bitter yesterday was all the walking around in the giant school. Well, today is also sad, because I did some shopping, and I was hating the entire experience. Which is odd for me to say because I love shopping! I had a terrible headache, my feet hurt, I felt like I was dragging lead, I really didn't even want to be shopping, but I had to get something for my 2 year old niece's birthday party. I couldn't wait to get just find something for her because I just wanted to go home. Though it sadly took me forever to find something because she has a five year old sister and has so many toys already. Which I've decided when baby Herman is born, I am not buying him or her any toys. I figured they will accumulate on their own from Grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, etc. So why add to the klutter? I'll just let them get all the toys for my baby.

It's just sad that I even hate shopping now that I'm pregnant. And my left foot is driving me nuts! I broken my left leg twice in the last 8 years. And in the last few weeks, it's been swelling up to the point of cutting the circulation off my foot when I wear my one pair of mary janes, and the bone that I broke likes to randomly throb. My other foot is just fine, but my left ankle looks twice the size of my other ankle. I don't know if I'm not getting enough circulation in it or what. Who knows but it's making me bitter.

But on an exciting note today I purchase a bella band, which is a band thing you can wear to wear pants that no long fit, hold up maternity pants that are still too big, and hold up pants when my belly will get too big and start pushing my pants down. I must say I'm in love with the bella band. Tonight I put on a pair of skinny jeans that no longer fit me, and I must say wearing them for a few minutes boosted up my self esteem up to a 20.



Look at me! Don't I look amazing and skinny? Minus the belly bump. The white underneath my shirt looks like a shirt but really it is the bella band! Though I probably won't wear these pants because it's weird having the zipper kind of dig in my belly, because it is open and it just feels weird pressing against me. But wearing them made me feel good for a few minutes. I'm using the bella band to keep my pants up. I have a few pairs of maternity pants that are still a little big and like to slide down, so the bella band keeps them up for me.

On a completely different note I can't wait to find out the sex of the baby! I'll get my officially appointment for the ultrasound set this Thursday. So I'm hoping in the next two weeks I get to find out if Herman is a he or she!