Not too much has been happening around here the past week, so there hasn't been much to post about! However, Shannon got a job offer on Friday and starts training on Wednesday. I got a part-time job today and start on Wednesday, and I'm also going to fill in at a place I used to work if they ever need someone. So, that's the good news from our end!
We went to Fred Meyer today to find me some work clothes, because I need a white or black shirt and black pants for my new job. However, come to find out, Fred Meyer does not sell maternity clothes. That means that there is nowhere nearby that sells maternity clothes. "Nearby" meaning "within 180 miles." We'll have to drive to Anchorage if I need anything else!
So, to tide my two remaining readers over until I get something more interesting to post about, here is the best 26-week belly picture we could conjure up. I'm starting to feel fat.
26 weeks. I can still wear regular clothes, although maternity pants are much more comfortable if I'm sitting.
Now, in my defense, I know I'm not fat, just pregnant. However, when you've never struggled with your weight, never had problems with outgrowing your clothes or needing "fat clothes" for times when you weigh 5-10 pounds more than is your ideal weight, and are used to your hips being bigger than your waist, it's difficult to watch your figure go out the window. Especially when I don't even look that pregnant yet...I just look thick. I know that our baby needs the fat/blood/uterus/amniotic fluid/etc. that is making up the 17 pounds I've gained so far, but still, it's hard. I think that after being pregnant I will be able to sympathize much better with people who struggle with their weight. Even if I have a valid reason to gain this weight, I still think I'll understand how it feels emotionally to be larger than you'd like better than I ever have before. My brother called me "fatty" jokingly last night and I burst into tears. Sigh. Maybe some of the hormones will leave in 14 weeks too?