No, not THAT F word. I'm talking about fat. As in, I am getting.
It's trivial, for sure, and it's not really a worry so much as a reality. I also feel like I should be nothing but happy and grateful to be pregnant, so fretting about gaining weight makes me feel guilty. But I do.
Especially when my sweatpants are now tight. My sweatpants! The pants that are supposed to be loose and easy and make you feel deliciously lazy when you wear them.
Time to invest in a men's pair. With a forgiving drawstring.
Reality Check: Eating donuts and pizza only makes you feel worse.
Ha! I wear my husbands sweats now! Much Much more comfortable!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't want to try on my husband's clothes right now for fear that they might fit me! Glad yours are nice and comfy.
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