My overall sleepiness is a big problem at the moment though, because this is not a week for sleeping. THIS is a week for celebrating. Tomorrow, my incredible little weirdo of a baby girl turns 2. A bona fide toddler, as she's even starting to fit into some clothes with a T behind the number, instead of the word "months". Target has taught me that 2 years is wicked monumental.
Then, to make matters additional, the day after My big girl turns bigger, I turn super duper old. 28, not 27, as a friend of mine had to remind me. Does 28 sound old? 28 sounds old. But it doesn't matter, because the day I turn older, we'll be celebrating birthday week at Disneyland. And it's supposed to be under 70. I'm too excited to feel old and creaky.
Anyway, I can't button my pants anymore. It's become a problem. Or at least a nnoying. To make matters worse, everyone I ever ever see tells me the same dang thing: "Wow! You're HOW far along? You don't even look pregnant!"
Neurotic Girl Translation: You look a lot fatter, but just fatter. That is all.
So I've decided to take some drastic measures. I've tossed aside my old jeans and the rubber bands I was using to keep them closed and donned actual factual maternity clothes. Because the secret awesome behind maternity clothes is that pretty much no matter what, they make you look pregnant. Okay, right, if you're super skinny, and have nothing resembling a belly, they will probably just emphasize your six-packiness.
But if you have any sort of a belly, instead of smooshing it down like your regular zip up jeans tend to, maternity plans just let it all fly. So here is my belly today, nearly 11 weeks pregs.
Here is what my belly CAN look like, if I really throw my back into it.
Impressive, right? I think I'm gonna start walking around like that.
One of these days I hope I get to look in the mirror and see a pregnant belly, not just the slow fade of my years worth of weight loss.
Anyway: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK TO THE MILLER LADIES! WOOP WOOP!
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