GINORMOUS Rant
I know, I know . . .
I AM pregnant. I AM bloated. I AM NOT dieting.
Still – in the past few days, I’ve managed to view more horrifying pictures of myself than ever! I think it’s even worse than that pistachio nightmare a year ago.
I saw one photo of me perched on a window seat and literally thought I was looking at Jabba the Hutt (with glasses on). I don’t have the aforementioned photo (thank GOD) but I have others.
First here’s this lovely one of Georgi and I.
Notice how you can’t even see I’m sitting in a chair because my whole body is covering it.
Here’s the worst one, most probably. It’s me post-gigantic Cracker Barrel breakfast that I had no business gobbling down but that I convinced myself was “okay” because I opted for the “turkey sausage” instead of the beef.
I mean – notice how I barely fit into the LARGE rocker.
I’m beginning to freak out! I’m feeling so guilty. I don’t think I was this fat 3 months ago. I mean, I’ve gained some weight but . . .
Oh yeah – AND my nose is spreading across my face like a bad rash. What’s better than looking like an elephantine version of the love child of Karl Malden and Jabba the Hutt?
Needless to say – the song “I Feel Pretty” ain’t been on my mental playlist for quite some time now.
Anyway – I will STOP with my madness for now. I just feel so blah and upset and nervous that my size will literally kill the baby somehow. And having the picture proof only makes it worse.
Anyway – on a happier note – here’s a photo of Chad holding my cousin’s baby at the reunion. Doesn’t he look ready for daddy-hood?
I suppose I’ll post some of the other pictures to our Flickr site. Then at some point - I’ll put that cool Flickr link on my sidebar so you guys can have a peek.
The reunion was a great time. It was so nice to be with family and laugh and share and talk about life. I printed out Friday’s entry “Fun Mother” and brought it so my Mom could read it. Of course she cried – as I knew she would. Anyway – the COOL thing is that one of the kids she used to babysit that made her solemnly swear to be a fun mother is now my Uncle Sam’s wife Julie!!! I had no idea! I thought that was so cool. She wasn’t our Aunt Julie back in the day when my Mom first told us that story.
Anyway – I’m here at work on Memorial Day doing NOTHING!!! HAHAHA!
I’m probably going to leave early. This place is a ghost town anyway.
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