Today I went and filled out my baby registry at Babies R Us. I can’t believe how expensive stuff is. Seriously. The highchair I want is almost $200!!! Don’t even get started on the furniture I’ve picked out. I seriously doubt that Rob will let me buy it. The crib is $500, and the dresser is $600!! I love it so so much, though. It will look perfect in that room, too. ::sigh:: We had a good time at the store (I went with my mom), and I tried out the stroller (I shopped with it). We missed a lot of things, but that’s ok, I can add them later. I seriously love the Fisher Price Rainforest set. If you’re “up” on baby stuff, it’s a lot like the Ocean Wonder’s theme, only… rainforest stuff instead, like monkeys, frogs, lizards. It’s nice and brightly coloured and will be perfect for a girl or boy. I’ve also picked out my super awesome bedding, and it’s a safari print. And for those of you who where wondering, it’s lightest colour is tan, so it will go with white bedding. I also got to pick out bottles and breast pads and all sorts of fun stuff. Oh!!! And this bathtub rocks! I want one for myself!
Anyway, after that, I went to Old Navy, to return a sweater and pick up a maternity one. I went to try on the sweaters, and the first one looked horrible. I don’t know if I’m just “puffy” today, or what, but it was horrible. I am not trying to look skinny, this just made me look… dumpy. Then I tried on one of their nice silky tank tops to go under the other sweater I had grabbed (note to Old Navy: I’m pregnant!!! I don’t want a V-Neck down to my crotch, thank you! Have you seen maternity bras/nursing bras? They are non-V-Neck compliant! Bring your necklines up a bit so we all don’t have to wear eight layers of clothes every day!!!). The tank top has a built in bra, which I thought nothing of, because it said MATERNITY right on it. Apparently, Old Navy believes that PREGNANT WOMEN HAVE BOOBS THAT CAN BE COVERED BY FOUR INCHES OF FABRIC, THEN A TINY ELASTIC BAND. This totally created a line across my chest, and for demonstrative purposes, it showed that the sweater looked fine with a tank top underneath it. However, due to the double boob, and the crappy looking sweater before it, and the fact that my stand-by-always-fit jeans couldn’t be done up this morning, I had a good long cry in the change room. I definitely left there puffy and red and unhappy. I figured that I was in no mood to select which colour I wanted (I grabbed black and red), so I was going to take both home, and bring one back once I could decide. But! At the till, I found out that they were half off, so I was able to get both. That made me feel a little bit better, but I still came home to read some more of my Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy (hilarious book, by the way), and have a nap. That some how? Caused serious pain in my hip. Either that, or my bones are moving as we speak.
You know what I hate today? I hate the fact that I am 10 weeks pregnant (all of 10 weeks preggo, probably more like 9, but the doctor and the internet are telling me different things – get it together, people) and I can’t wear a single thing that I had pre-pregnancy, except my socks. I feel like a total lard-bucket, and that I’ve done nothing important with my weight gain. There is no payoff at this point – the only thing I’ve got is heavier boobs, thighs, butt, and a paunchy tummy. I really enjoy having a friend who’s also pregnant, but seeing her (at 20 weeks) flounce around in her pre-pregnancy jeans and t-shirts still chafes my butt a little. I guess I don’t envy her the throwing up every day for her first trimester, but I’m a serious whale next to her. I guess I’m just unhappy about being pregnant today. I feel like a house, like I’m unattractive and ugly, that my skin is out of control and that nothing I wear is flattering or nice.