Just a Few little Tid-Bits...

So as some of you know, my eggo is preggo, 11 weeks preggo, to be exact. I have experienced all the glorious side effects of pregnancy to the fullest. I got to experience terrible morning sickness for the first 9 weeks. I enjoyed a massive increase in boobage. Going from an 32AA to a 32 C in three days (Yeah, thats right) puts considerable strain on your back...not to mention how dumpy I felt. GAH! I am currently enjoying acne like that of a 14 year old and joint pain that I imagine would put an 80 year old to shame.

I think my favorite thing of all has been cravings. Currently, my vices include potato's, ranch dressing, cream cheese and almond milk. My first 9 weeks it was fruit & grape juice; then I made the seamless transition to carbs. I've always been a little creature, so the mass amounts of food I have been consuming is baffling and somewhat disgusting. Today and yesterday, I have had 5 baked potato's...yeah 5! And that's not counting the steak I had for dinner, the grilled cheese for lunch or the chili cheese dogs... Normally, the potato's alone would have been like 4 days of food for me. But, by golly, Lil' Miss Random can just pack it away! Since my carb/dairy binges began, I have not gained weight, but actually LOST 1.5 pounds. How the F does that work?

In my entire life, my highest weight was 136 and that was when I hit puberty. Upon returning to school in the fall, I remember a friend of mine told be "Sara! You got hips!" I've been on some version of a 'starvation diet' ever since.  I've banned carbs and I've sworn off sugar. I've been a slave to the gym and to unhealthy eating habits. And now that I'm pregnant and I eat like people that I consider "reverse triggers", I still haven't broken my fat record... How does that work? Are the forces that be mocking me or trying to teach me a valuable lesson about body image and self worth. Either way, I'm not sure how I feel about any of it. I'd be stoked if I didn't get over 140, but not at the expense of my baby. I just hope I can get my body back afterwards...or that I have enough money to buy a new one.

My youngest kitten, Octavia Silona, is getting her sisterhood "ya-ya'd" tomorrow. Yeah, at 730 am, I have to be about 30 miles away with a cat whose never even SEEN a doctor's office. She's probably gonna claw his/her face off. She's gotta wild personalty and is terribly inquisitive. A little fur ball after my own heart... After the doctor pokes and prod's Octavia, then she gets the honor of traveling to my moms house...and waking up in an unfamiliar place with two other cats (one of which is a stranger). Animal stuff stresses me out! I love my kitten SOOOO much!!! She will be happy to see her big brother and hopefully, her and the other runt kitten (Fae-Mao) will get along fine. Here's some finger's crossed.