I threw up at the mall today. Luckily there was no one else in the stalls when I was hurling small chunks of an oatmeal cookie I’d recently ate. Nothing like a nauseous episode to kill my mall momentum.
I’ve been having to psyche myself up to go to the mall lately. Shopping feels like a chore now…it’s uninspiring and dull. Or perhaps I’m feeling a bit sluggish and sloppy as of late, and shopping doesn’t feel like the turn-on it used to be. I don’t fit in the dresses that I put on, and it’s harder to zip anything up over these fluffy child-bearing hips. And squeezing into a size small? Forget about it.
But this is what pregnancy is. And these extra pounds are part of the package. It’s a beautiful thing.
I just need to remember that.