While it the kitchen heating up my Lean Cuisine I run into another girl who is pregnant with her second child. She's one of those naturally skinny people who always look like they just stepped out of a salon. She looked as if she were in her second trimester. Just barely showing, not even a little bit swollen, still wearing cute shoes. But no, she only has ten weeks left.
I only have eight weeks left, and I'm hitting things with my belly because it sticks out so dang far. I have swollen shrek legs, my face is no longer one that I recognize, even my arms have suffered. I waddle, I struggle to get up, and I get all kinds of gross acid reflux if I bend over to pick anything up. I bet she can still wear her wedding ring too.
I know, I know. Every pregnancy is different, and everybody is different too. Blah, blah, blah. Tell that to my ankles, if you can find them. Grr. At least my shirt is a nice sun-shiny yellow. And I bet she doesn't have a mailbox painted with flames. Ha! Eat that you, you cute skinny pregnant girl!