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Yesterday was not a fun day.

Midday sickness [cause I don’t get morning sickness] started around 11 am and lasted for the majority of the day.

Luckily, no puking is ever involved so I can completely cope.

When Tucker got home from work, we headed to Old Navy to check out the sale that they are having right now.

I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that I was going to be shopping in the maternity section. Tucker of course called me a dork and I practically skipped to the pregnant ladies’ clothes.

And then I saw the selection.

Everything had been picked over and the stuff that was cute was only available in XS.

As I was thumbing through the racks, I came to the realization that I’m probably 30 lbs heavier now than when I conceived Cara.

I only gained 20 lbs when I was pregnant the first time and lost all but about 5 lbs by the time Cara was six months old.

And then I started on the minipill…and gained it all back.

I have this overwhelming fear that I’m going to be one of those women people see on the street and wonder, “Is she pregnant or just fat”.

There’s really nothing I can do about it right now, though.

I know that most likely I’m going to be told to not gain any weight during this pregnancy. [Click on “not gain any weight” to read a news story that backs up my assumption.]

The whole reason that I only gained 20 lbs with Cara was because I wanted to prove my midwife at the time wrong. At 12 wks, she told me I was obese and that she was referring me to a Nutritionist. She also ordered a glucose test. What still pisses me off about that whole visit is the fact that she scheduled a glucose tolerance test at 12 wks. A glucose tolerance test isn’t accurate at 12 wks! Oh, whatever.

Deep cleansing breaths.

And this is my rambling post for the day…