People always expect you to "eat for two," or in other words, eat double what you would have when you weren't pregnant (disregarding the fact that I'm slightly larger than a baby in utero...). Sometimes I eat a lot - like when I devour my whole calzone at Mellow Mushroom - and everyone thinks that I'm wolfing it down because of the pregnancy. I'm like - this is nothing. You should see what I can do when I'm not pregnant.

In reality, if you look at a diagram of your organs when you've got a massive human being inside of you, it's kind of surprising that it all fits in there. If I can take a shot of liquor larger than what my bladder can hold, where do they expect all this food to fit? Hmmm...maybe that wasn't the best analogy for explaining how small pregnancy makes the bladder ;)

Thanksgiving was a bit of a struggle. I had a massive plate full of food. I managed to eat about half of it, and then the rest of the day I COULD NOT MOVE. All I could do was sit there with my hands on top of my belly. I felt about as mobile as a penguin. I was miserable the rest of the evening and thought there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to get through these next two months! Luckily everything was better the next morning after I slept it off.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to put my shoes and socks on. The other day I sat down, and with great Herculean effort, was able to hoist my ankle up onto my other knee so I could put my sock on. I realized I had meant to put some lotion on my feet prior to doing so, but was like "nope...there is no turning back now. I'm committed."

Yesterday I babysat my 18-month-old nephew while his parents went to the UGA/Tech game (what a sister I am!). In an effort to kill time I took him to Discover Mill so I could get a bit of Xmas shopping done. Me and my 7-months-pregnant self probably looked like some sort of baby-making machine strolling him around the place. I only had the opportunity to explain to one person. Luckily he was very good because I don't want to get those "shut your kid up" looks when it's not my kid. It's not fair to judge me on my parenting skills yet!!

Anywho...maybe after babysitting all day I should remind myself that I desperately need these last two months for pre-parent relaxation. Some sushi, medium rare filet mignon and a couple fruity martinis would do just the trick!