Week 18

Weight: 146 (-.5 from last week)

After feeling like I could never stop eating last week, I think this week I have finally been satiated. From time to time I worry that I haven't eaten enough but then I remember that I forget a lot of what I've eaten...pregnancy brain.

I attempted to make my own maternity clothes last week. I failed. Lesson learned: I am not a seamstress. That is a-ok with me; ebay and I have been doing fiiiine. I got a couple shirts for $15 TOTAL (including shipping) both brand name. So sewing isn't my gift, maybe bargain hunting is...the jury is still out. Thanks to my mom I have some lovely maternity clothes that I can wear to work or in real life. However I will say that most of the maternity clothes out there in the world are made for old women who, by the way, aren't the ones having babies. To my talented friends, please start designing cute maternity clothes immediately.

As some of you may have heard, via my obnoxious harassment, I am no officially a Mark by Avon representative. So if you are in the market for some skin care products, make up, clothes, jewelry or other adorable accessories head on over to: www.mymarkstore.com/awaxler I've used a lot of their products on myself so I'm happy to make educated reccomendation. OK enough soliciting.

I still don't feel like I've popped. Still toting around a super cute beer belly. Good thing is, I've been able to sucessfully hide it from people I'm not ready to be judged by. Thats actually been the hardest thing of all. Feeling judgement by people who I used to be able to turn to for support. To all of you who judge me, or think I'm stupid: an abortion was never in the question for me. I think it is a cowardly way out. So take your negativity and suck it. If you know me at all, you know I'm capable of making it on my own and I always have.

St Patrick's day was yesterday. A day Cesar and I have never survived. That is until now.  We finally did it! I know its been completely different this round but this was a small victory for us. We hung out a friend's house drinking green beer (for him) and green water (for me...I don't reccomend it).  We're also going to a family party for his cousin this weekend which will be interesting. Sure wish I spoke Spanish. His dad still doesn't know about the pregnancy which makes things all that more uncomfortable. Cut to: me digging through my closet to find a circus tent.

Physically I don't feel much different but I keep catching other pople "sneaking" glances at my stomach. You know when a guy looks at your boobs and you can totally tell? The belly is no different. It is especially odd from people I haven't told, even weirder when I know they know but they've still said nothing to me. I know who you are and where you sleep! man up! If you know, you can say something to me. You're probably my friend.
Off to attempt a hem on some pants. <3

p.s. the spell check button has vanished...my apologies.