I've donned my labcoat and crunched the numbers. It seems that most people hope I'm wrong, which is hardly a surprise.
In news that shocked me (in a happy way), people other than our immediate family apparently want to know! I feel so special.
I had a really exciting and crazy day, but unfortunately I can't share any of that on the internet. But I did try a buffalo burger for the first time (Eric's dinner choice).
|Trying to show the burger - it looks like every burger I've ever seen.|
I intended to start yesterday. But then, I had a panic attack at the realization that I wouldn't eat another Reese's egg, Cadbury egg, or peep for an entire YEAR. I was also starving. I woke up around 9 (it was the last day of spring break). Then I couldn't eat because literally everything except for cottage cheese and hardboiled eggs sounded repulsive, but I was too lazy to go to the store to get them. So it was like 2pm by the time I bought them and then the hunger was affecting my decision making so I went to Target and bought all the discount candy I could carry (some of it was for Eric, in my defense) and binged on it, but waaaaay later that night after I had my cottage cheese and eggs.
Cool story, bro.
My BFF Carolyn is a fellow pregger and she suggested this radical idea of eating fruit after dinner (I will not call it dessert). I tried it.
It wasn't the worst thing ever. I could theoretically stick with it a few days a week, especially if the internet holds me accountable.
Also, the universe wanted me to stop being a fatty.
|My twitter name is as creative as my instagram name|
Even worse, I looked at a stupid babycenter message board titled "how much weight did you gain at 18 weeks?". I learned long before I was pregnant that babycenter is THE WORST, but sometimes it still sucks me in. I should know better, especially since most posts have like a 30% chance of referring to the "babby".
I'd really like to hop off the Jessica Simpson train, although I did have a burger on a huge, gluten filled white bun (and did you see all that salt on top? amazing), so I'm not going to extreme measures.
Now let's all admire a bump selfie and shower me with compliments. Kidding. Seriously, don't.
|I'm not arching my back, my whootie just gives that illusion|
|Trust me, this guy compliments me more than all the blog readers in the world ever could.|
Here's an unrelated question: what's the protocol on responding to blog comments on blogger? If I respond, the person doesn't get a notification that I responded. But I don't want to look like a jerk and ignore them either. I got a comment yesterday from anonymous that made my day, it was about how I'm approaching pregnancy in a non - Pinterest way, the highest compliment I could ever receive. So ....thoughts? Should I respond in the comments, in a post, not at all?
Most ridiculous diet tip you've ever heard: and go. I was once told not to drink cold water if I wanted to lose weight (which, incidentally, I didn't at the time).