I was late to work this morning

...because I felt the need to sob uncontrollably for half an hour. Poor Ryan walked into the bathroom completely bewildered and wondering who died. Then he grabbed my hands to comfort me only to say "Whoa!" at the sight of my swollen sausage fingers. Then, I proceeded to wail for another 15 minutes.

My body and my mind are no longer my own. I am sitting at work and I have almost started crying 5 times. What the hell?

My pants don't fit

Neither to half of my button up shirts. Yay for cardigans!

I need to wake up 15 minutes earlier just to account for my new routine of seeing what I no longer fit into. There are 3 pairs of dress pants and 1 pair of jeans that still fit my gut. So, since I don't really have bump yet, there's no point in buying maternity pants because they would just fall off. I did buy one of those "belly bands" and I think I'm using it wrong. I feel so insecure walking around with my pants unbuttoned with a glorified tube top holding them up. My zipper keeps on inching down and I just know my pants are going to fall off.

Normally, I would cherish any excuse to go shopping. However, having to go shopping for clothes to fit me during the is-liz-getting-fatter-or-is-she-knocked-up stage in dressing rooms with fluorescent overhead lighting is enough to make this emotional lady want to call in sick for the next month.

It's not that I've gained a ton of weight (4 whole pounds) but my body is just reorganizing itself. I just kept picturing that I would go from being comfortable in my regular clothes to needing maternity clothes with no frumpy in between stage. This is not happening. I have a muffin top.

10 weeks!

Today was my 10 week appointment! Everything looks awesome, heartbeat is 160 beats per minute and it was wiggling all over the place!

Here's what my belly looks like. It just looks like I ate a lot of girl scout cookies...which I did.



Here's what the baby inside my cookie filled belly looks like. My dr told me that the baby was giving us a little gig em sign so he typed that in there. Poor child is doomed to be an Aggie from the womb. If you look closely you can see all the little fingers!


Next appointment is in 2 weeks!

Nutrition by Liz

Courtesy of Fake Science

What I have been day-dreaming about today

My meal plans for the weekend. Lately, I have been doing (what I consider) really well about what I have been eating. I know I need to eat a bit more vegetables, but I know I eat plenty of fruit and we don't hardly eat fried business during the week anymore. So, I allow myself to indulge over the weekend. So, today I have not been focusing on as much work as I have been what I am going to eat tomorrow.

Breakfast
4 hashbrowns from McDonalds + weekly cup of Ryan's amazing coffee

Lunch
Grilled cheese sammich laden with butter and cooked in my well seasoned cast iron skillet

Dinner
Kraft macaroni and cheese, not the good homemade mac and cheese that I make. I want some fake, powdered, overprocessed cheese!

I'll probably eat an apple or orange somewhere in there.

Its peanut butter jelly time!

Have you any idea how difficult it was for me not to tear open the box of wheat thins and tear into my new jars of crunchy peanut butter and strawberry jelly at the grocery store last night??? I have to say that this was my first hardcore, someone might die if they get in my way pregnancy craving. The past couple of weekends I thought I was craving hashbrowns from McDonalds (4 to be exact)...but this craving was mind blowing.

I also came home with a box of popcorn, thai flavored chips, 2 boxes of mac and cheese, a box of frozen beef taquitos.

New rule: Liz does not go to the grocery store hungry, pregnant, and alone. I need Ryan's supervision.

Pregnancy=Insta-narcolepsy

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk writing an email response to a crazy complicated issue. I paused to sit back in my chair and think about how I should word my response and I fell asleep... for 20 minutes.