Oink Oink

My dinner this evening consisted of a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese.

Like, an ENTIRE BOX.

I ATE IT BY MYSELF.

I didn’t share ANY with my husband. I ate the entire damn box of mac n’ cheese, and the craziest thing of all is that I’m not uncomfortably full.

Today, I’m 7 months pregnant. So far, I have no stretch marks. My belly button is not popping out. My ass is the size of Texas, and I have to roll out of bed to get up in the middle of the night to urinate. I waddle when I walk. I notice that when I am out in public people, particularly children, glance at my stomach longer than they used to.

Despite the discomforts, I love being pregnant. I love my shape, I love running my hands over my belly and feeling my daughter kick me. Yes, I pee constantly. My digestive system is slower than a turtle with no legs. My hips ache when I sleep, my arm goes numb from my big fat self laying on it and my gas…. Well, let’s just say if I ever needed to clear a room for some reason, all that would be required would be to feed me something that wouldn’t agree with my stomach.

But I love being pregnant. It’s hard to believe that very soon, this little person will be in my arms; not in my belly. While I can’t wait to hold her and meet her, I am going to miss feeling her kick and move inside.