I just feel gross. I'm huge. I have a weird hurty thing at my bikini line, I think from my underpants being a little too tight. When I look at my thighs at night, all I see is gross hugeness. And I stink. My feet stink. My crotch stinks. I feel like everyone can smell me all the time. I remember being stinky with Sam, but I feel so much more so now. My hair looks like crap and is just wild, especially since it got humid again. i think I have 3 chins. I'm just not seeing the radiant pregnant woman that everyone else sees!
Ironically, everyone keeps telling me how small I am now and how I'm carrying so well, so I know some of it really must be in my head. Or else they are just being nice because I really look as gross as I think I do!
Then again, those people don't see my cottage cheese thighs.
Is anyone else feeling gross? is this just my own personal grossness issue?
I think I need to order some underpants in extra large...yikes...
Ironically, everyone keeps telling me how small I am now and how I'm carrying so well, so I know some of it really must be in my head. Or else they are just being nice because I really look as gross as I think I do!
Then again, those people don't see my cottage cheese thighs.
Is anyone else feeling gross? is this just my own personal grossness issue?
I think I need to order some underpants in extra large...yikes...







And sometimes I retain so much fluid I loose the arches in my feet.




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Grumble Grumble. It's almost over!!
BUT this time I am SO OVER IT!!!!!
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. He is sweet enough to just smile & say " I can only guess" ( He's a quick learner & skips the annoying comments :LOL .)
He was being ornery already and I knew he needed to eat in order to balance his mood out. I was working on making him some rice and once that was done, I made him some broccoli, which he usually loves. I cut it up, buttered and spiced it just how he likes it and put it on the table for him, to eat while the rice cooled. He loked right at me and dumped the broccoli all over the floor. And said he wanted Zoe (the dog) to eat it. I just cried and cried that he did that to the meal I made for him. I am not usually so emotional. I laid quite the guilt trip on my poor 4yo son!
(Dh was at the grocery store so he missed all the fun.)