Happy September!

I am starting to feel majorly ripped off. It took almost a month into my 2nd trimester till the morning sickness ended and now I have 3 weeks till my third trimester and I have lost the wonder that was my second trimester. Granted I may have sucked the wonder away by working too much and trying to be overly amazing, but I as I have realized that I can't bend over to pick things up anymore and that sitting on the floor includes a very painful couple minutes trying to get up I am officially cutting back or in some cases making serious plans to cut back. Today I told my manager that I needed to go down to 4 shifts and then continue training etc. and then I told her I intend to drop Thursdays on September 25th. My reason? Grey's Anatomy starts and this may be the last time in my life that I can watch a show for me every week and that was an acceptable excuse. hehe! But I have been at work everyday for almost 2 weeks and it will continue for at least another couple weeks- and I am getting bigger and bigger soo no one is too surprised that I need a break.

Speaking of getting bigger... I have tried to cut back on weighing myself but I don't want to have any extra weight sneak up on me. I have done SO WELL staying on track but no matter how many times I remind myself that it is "okay" no one wants to gain an entire POUND every week! How depressing! Then people say things like "you are getting so big" and "oh my god you are even bigger than a couple days ago" and "you look huge in that shirt" and while part of me is like yay! pregnancy - the other part that has been trained that fat is bad is like UGHHHH and wants to crawl in a hole. And when I have to plan how I to get out of bed, how to get out of the car, even sitting on the toilet.. hahaha I am in so much trouble. We can all laugh at me for complaining this early in two months when I am about to pop out a baby and am really feeling miserable.

Speaking of my baby... I either have awful weird and totally unrealistic dreams that make me feel awkward later or totally unrealistic but wonderful dreams about my little man. Like the last one where I gave birth- then put him in a baby holding fanny pak while I searched a very very huge church to find my friends and family to show them my baby. He was all little and asleep but then he woke up and he was so perfect and had these adorable happy little eyes and thick dark little boy hair ... too cute!!! And best of all was that he only wanted me and he didn't want anyone else to hold him; he was MY little man! Only 3 more months!!!!

Time for bed.. another long busy day tomorrow!