Seriously! It's kind of funny. I know we were just all talking about weight gain, and like I said, I'm not really sweating it if I really have gained 20 lbs by now (probably like 16 or something, maybe up to 20, I don't know), but I'M FAT! I pretty much only bought dresses and skirts because I don't like maternity pants, and in this heat my thighs are chafing! Ugh! I've been putting powder on them to try to minimize it, but it's hard when we're out and about for a whole day. I need to get a small thing of powder to keep in my purse. That and my feet got bigger and my wedding band is tight. I just feel so icky! DH started rolling his eyes when I was tlaking about it because A, he thinks I look great pregnant and B, he's just relaly not worried about it and maybe trusts my body more than I do. Granted, I did have some ice cream last night - but it had been 95 degrees! And I DIDN'T eat the whole pint, which I could have! So I'm just going to try to continue to eat healthy and exercise and do what I have to do. I know my body is trying to put on more fat since it knows Sam nursed for 2.5 yrs...
BUt my dreams - I tell you, like stereotypical stress dreams. Like I am in school and I blew off one course and now I won't be able to graduate on time. Or I'm at school but the train broke down so I can't get to the class that I've been blowing off so I wo't graduate. Or I change majors and now have to take all these other classes but don't have time. That's the majority of them. Some of them are work related - like, I find out that we're not getting raises this year and I freak out on my publisher. Or that the sales force gets a glamorous trip but my group doesn't even though we work harder than anyone and I freak out on everyone. It is so ridiculous. The thing is, even though I can laugh about them when I wake up, they are so troubling while I am asleep! At least I've stopped reaming about Sam falling into a swimming pool and getting electrocuted or about him getting kidnapped or about us being spied on by the gov't and there being some kind of booby trap keeping me from Sam and having to try to figure out how to save him while he sleeps and stuff like that. I mean, I can totally analyze what those are about, but those were just awful.
BUt my dreams - I tell you, like stereotypical stress dreams. Like I am in school and I blew off one course and now I won't be able to graduate on time. Or I'm at school but the train broke down so I can't get to the class that I've been blowing off so I wo't graduate. Or I change majors and now have to take all these other classes but don't have time. That's the majority of them. Some of them are work related - like, I find out that we're not getting raises this year and I freak out on my publisher. Or that the sales force gets a glamorous trip but my group doesn't even though we work harder than anyone and I freak out on everyone. It is so ridiculous. The thing is, even though I can laugh about them when I wake up, they are so troubling while I am asleep! At least I've stopped reaming about Sam falling into a swimming pool and getting electrocuted or about him getting kidnapped or about us being spied on by the gov't and there being some kind of booby trap keeping me from Sam and having to try to figure out how to save him while he sleeps and stuff like that. I mean, I can totally analyze what those are about, but those were just awful.
