The good news is I have stopped buying pregnancy tests. But since I started shoving down a can of pickles a day I figured it doesn’t get any more preggers than this. So pickles are definitely in at the moment, but I don’t really discriminate against any other foods… and already have 9 extra lbs to prove it. My butt is the size of Texas, my upper arms are getting as big as my thighs and my thighs… let’s not even go there. The only body part that still doesn’t look pregnant would be my ears.
I can’t wait for the day when I won’t be able to see my feet anymore, cause frankly I already cannot look at them. I always had pretty big and wide feet, but if they continue growing and expanding like they have been in the past two weeks… I will be forced to join a circus. I went shoe shopping today… and my feet grew 2 sizes! TWO sizes! This kind of size they do not even put on the shelves due to space efficiency. I managed to buy some ugly sandals, but really considering getting a pare of those snow shoes that look like tennis rackets. Some pregnant women wear their husband’s t-shirts – I will be wearing his shoes. NOT cute.