fatso

I am starting to feel pudgy.

It's completely ridiculous, and I even kind of scoffed when I read the "saying goodbye to your figure" sections of a couple of the pregnancy books I've checked out, but after noticing recently how much more abundant my stomach and thighs have become, I'm beginning to understand.

I've never been terribly concerned with my appearance, at least compared to most women I know. I don't wear makeup or jewelry, my wardrobe tends to be pretty simple, and you won't catch me doing a whole lot of calorie-counting or squat-thrusts. Lucky for me I've always had a pretty fast metabolism and even if I'm not tracking every morsel that passes my lips I do my best to eat healthy. I just don't get a lot of exercise outside of work.

I actually wore a pedometer to the restaurant today and I walked about 6,600 steps during my 6-hour shift. That translates to about 3 miles. I get a lot of physical activity on a routine basis but maybe I need to do some light cardio. I certainly don't feel up to it when I get off work but I also know myself and scheduling an exercise routine for before work is a recipe for failure.

Other than the belly fat woes, I am still feeling a bit impatient. I'm almost to the end of my first trimester, and I am restless about seeing and feeling the baby. I guess part of me is having a hard time believing everything is okay after my hospital trip... I just want to see it moving and hear the heartbeat; until then it's a bit difficult to feel excited and hopeful and attached.

One way or the other, at least I know that John will be there for me and that he loves me. I am very lucky to have him.