I know, Tiffany said that you pop out lots faster with subsequent babies than with your first. I don't know, it just figured that maybe it would be like month 4 (instead of month 3) before I'd be having these wrestling matches with my body over what we can and cannot wear. I just did not expect to hit that "My regular clothes don't fit right anymore yet the preggo clothes are too big" stage for a little while. That's why there was that showdown at 9:34 this morning in front of my clothes closet. We settled for mildly preggo jeans with a regular shirt (stretchy.) I thought that surely I could jazz it up with some great heels.
My feet HURT. What is the DEAL? Last time I was tottering around on 5 inch stilettos way into my 7th month. Today I am having a hard time with 3.5? This is ridiculous. Ridiculous and unacceptable. Mutinous behaviors will not be tolerated. Especially from my feet. They should be saying to me, "Yes Ma'am, may we HAVE ANOTHER?!"
Other Half suggested that we give the baby a nickname until we can ascertain the gender specifications. I figured that this was a matter for the interweb. Any ideas? The parasite? Lumpy? (that's Joe's contribution...we gotta come up with something different.)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006