You Know You're Pregnant When...Week 21 Edition

You know you are pregnant when...

You attempt to build a snowman with the little girls you nanny, and you can't bend over to roll the snowman into being so you build an 18 inch snowman rather than the life-size snowman you promised, asking the girls to hand you wads of snow so you don't have to bend over to build him.

You have to exhaust all self control to avoid eating said snowman's Oreo eyes or his pretzel rod arms or his celery nose because how do you explain to two adorable little girls that the snowman can't have eyes because the baby mama got too hungry?

You say your baby's name out loud over and over all day just because it is fun and so stinking cute.

You go get a pedicure with your mom and realize it doesn't really matter whether OPI's "Glove You So Much!" is too red or not because you can't see your toes anyway.

You have spent the last month cutting the elastic in your flannel pajama bottoms in a last ditch effort to make them fit until Christmas when you are hoping Santa comes through with a pair of XXXXXL pjs.

You stand in front of the mirror, realize you are only half way done, and think, "REALLY?!? Are. You. Serious."

You see this weather forecast and freak out because not only can you barely bend over to put your socks and boots on, but your coat doesn't zip up past your belly.



You reflect on your day and realize your diet consisted of the following:
7:00- Strawberry Frosted Mini Wheats and OJ
7:30- $3.68 Starbuck's Grande Decaf Vanilla Latte...don't judge me.
8:00- an entire vineyard of grapes and water
10:00- a bowl of oatmeal and water
11:00- pb&j, mac and cheese, pretzels, and grapes and water
12:00- handful of Goldfish and water
1:00- more pretzels and grapes and water
2:00- more pretzels and water
3:30- apple and a Capri Sun (surprise!)
5:45- salad and a bowl of ranch
6:00- Chicken Alfredo and bread
7:42- dreaming of Cookies and Cream Ice Cream
...and you are still starving.

You stand in the doorway of your freshly painted nursery and stare at the empty space for a good 30 minutes admiring what will soon be your son's room. *Sigh*.

You watch women go through the experience of giving birth on TLC's A Baby Story and don't know whether to watch and cheer or hide in the corner because you know it will be your turn soon.

You begin to salivate just thinking of all the Pioneer Woman Cinnamon Rolls you will be making on Saturday...Mmm... Excuse me while I go wipe the drool off my face and grab a bowl of ice cream before watching Biggest Loser with my hubby. =)