Each morning, Jordan has been concocting amazing breakfast smoothies for me: chia seeds, collagen & protein powder, frozen blueberries, frozen strawberries, a banana, almond milk, and greek yogurt. I guzzle them down! But then I get gassy in the middle of the day, so I’ve asked him to hold off on the fiber. Byeeeeeee, chia seeds. 🙁
Chocked up the courage to go shopping a few days ago. I’ve been suffering through the most uncomfortable, muffin-top bulge with every pair of pants I own. I had to make my way through different shops, all of which did not carry any maternity wear in-store. I finally thought fuck it and bravely walked into A Pea in a Pod. Of course I found exactly what I needed…2 pairs of the most comfortable stretchy pants that I am now living in. Where has maternity-wear been all of my life? I should be pregnant more often.
I’m sadly self-conscious about my growing bump. I’m either hiding it behind a jacket, or wearing tops that are loose and forgiving. I figure that I’m not big enough yet (err, a whale) for others to know that I’m expecting. I’m at that awkward stage where it looks like the freshman 15 got the better of me — having donuts and pizza on the daily whilst neglecting self-care. I don’t know why it should even matter to me. I’m vain, I guess. I will have to remind myself that I’m growing a human inside of me, and a mom bod is part of the packaged deal.
I need to embrace this evolution, and enjoy the ride.