Confession

Today is destroying me.

Being sick, pregnant, nursing, and taking care of a 10 month old who has been up all night the last two nights (sick? teeth? thinks it's funny?) is wiping me out big time.

Not complaining, no sympathy needed, just confessing.

The Fat or Pregnant Stage

This is a stage that probably everyone hates, but I feel like this time it has lasted much longer and is much worse.

On the rare occasion I venture out of the house alone it seems obviously to all that there is a baby in my belly. Old men at the grocery store even tell me congratulations, they aren't scared. But when I am with my lovely 9 1/2 month old, I'm just fat. I will even go out of my way to tell people, and they reply: Oh, I had no idea, you don't look like you're pregnant! Ugh.

I mean come on people, I'm over 5 months pregnant, it looks like a pregnant belly. Just because I am carting around a huge young baby doesn't mean it's just fat. Go ahead and ask. It makes me happy. Aaron tells me I have to take one for the team, that it's better to not ask people who are not pregnant and ignore those who are, just in case. I still say ugh.

Next time I will make sure to have my kids farther apart, just to clear up any confusion.