Today is one of those days that I really wish I wasn't pregnant, because I could sure use a beer. Or a glass of wine. Hell, just make it a really big cocktail.
The day started with an email from my boss. "Hey Tabatha, I need you to finish this project so we can present at a meeting at 7am on Friday. Kthanksbye." (I have drastically paraphrased.) Normally it's not a problem for me to churn out projects in a short amount of time. HOWEVER, this particular project was assigned to me 2 weeks ago (to be due on Friday) and I was specifically told (by the aforementioned boss) to hold off until further notice. I guess further notice came today because I now have to do 2 weeks worth of work in 2 days. Gee, thanks.
I've managed to stay away from maternity clothes (particularly maternity jeans/pants) so far this pregnancy. The thought of wearing a pair of jeans with a panel where the button should be just gives me the heebie-jeebies. But, I've noticed in recent weeks that my pre-pregnancy jeans are not going to last me much longer (even though I'm wearing them fully unzipped. I found a gal selling her Seven maternity jeans on the cheap (go, Craigslist) and figured that if I must wear maternity jeans, they might as well be designer. I drove to her place to try them on and couldn't even get them over my fat ass. So not only do I not have maternity jeans, but I've realized how much larger my butt has gotten in the last 19 weeks. Thanks, munchkin. I love you bunches.
Driving home from my unsuccessful maternity-jean-mission I remembered there's a Chick-Fil-A on the way. Shoot, my ass is already huge. How much more damage can a couple nuggets & some waffle fries do? I excitedly pull into the parking lot only to realize that the damn place is undergoing renovations. Seriously?? I don't mind a little drywall in my food. It adds protein, right?
I begrudgingly settle for Sonic and am be-bopping along as I check the news on my Crackberry Blackberry. Before I know it THIS song is playing over the loudspeakers. What. The. Fuck. I'm getting Rickrolled????
The only redeeming quality about the day is that Miller is coming home from a business trip. I missed him.
Editor's Note: I realize that in the grand scheme of things, my day pales in comparison to many others. While everything I have chronicled really did happen to me, the craptasticness of the day was meant to be a joke. LAUGH, PEOPLE!
Today: 19w2d
6 comments:
Never gonna give, gonna give....give you up!
HA it can't be that bad - you have an excuse to eat whatever you want!! Go with it! :-)
I, too, fought the maternity clothes thing for as long as I could, but there just comes a point when regular clothes aren't going to cut it. It's okay. It happens to all of us :) PS: You can get materinty jeans that dont' have that panel. They are basically just like low riders--they go below the belly instead of up and over it. That always skeebed me out, too...
So, jealous that you had the options of Chick-Fil-A and Sonic. You are a lucky gal and whether you fit into your jeans or not...all the food is worth it!
haha, I love this post!! Honey, this makes two of us who had a craptastic day!! I just got home from work, it's 9pm, and the only thing I can drink to console me is water! :(
After the babies arrive and are safe and sound in our husbands' arms, you and I shall have a glass or two of wine together!! We deserve it!
On the maternity jeans subject, having done this twice, I far far far far preferred the jeans from target that had the stretch band over the panel type.
http://www.target.com/Liz-Lange-Target-Belly-Pants/dp/B001B5D0JQ/qid=1233959833/ref=br_1_2/192-6831096-9190860?ie=UTF8&node=3073601&frombrowse=1&rh=&page=1
Those were what I wore with Evan.
and I feel you on the cocktail. Had those days too.
Jenn
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