I never thought I'd say this but...

...I am so ready to start showing.

The other day, I waited in line for a bathroom for 12 minutes (I timed it) behind a kid who, much to his mother's chagrin, refused to get off the potty because there was no poopy in the potty yet.

I couldn't help but thinking the whole time that if I had been 6+ months preggo they might have let me go first.

I was also thinking that when I am huge, in places where they have "customers with small children" parking spaces, most decent people won't mind if I take one of those spots... or handicapped ones for that matter. We'll see what I can get away with.

So it seems that right now, I have all the downsides of pregnancy (obstructed bladder, acne, and lots of other fun things) and none of the benefits (well besides a growing affection for this cheese-slice-sized bundle of love, even while its gender remains a mystery).

I believe there are some pregnant women who don't really like the special treatment they get for being ginormo. Yeah. That will SO not be me.

GROW, BABY, GROW!

they should really post warning signs

I went to the "Total Conditioning" class at my gym today for the first time in 3 months or whenever I last blogged about it. You know, the one with all the moms.

Anyway, I decided that they should post a warning sign on the door with some of the following warnings.

WARNING.

After this class you will not be able to lift your arms above your belly button without them spazzing profusely. This will make it extremely difficult for you to 1 - drive home, 2 - wash, brush, or blow dry your hair, 3- fold laundry.

If you are pregnant, you will literally be rendered useless for at least 5 hours following class.

If you haven't been to class in 3 months, it is worse than you remember it. And, if you think class will be easier this time because you've been lifting weights on your own, you are severely mistaken.

Whatever your first instinct is about which dumbbells to use, subtract about 4 pounds, and use those instead. (Example. If you think using 12 lb bells and 10 lb bells is a good idea, go ahead and get 8s and 6s.)

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On another totally unrelated note...

While recovering from class, I happened to see a news excerpt showing some PETA people protesting against McDonald's supposed inhumane killing of chickens. One of the posters featured a big picture cutout of a box of Chicken McNuggets and a line that read, "I'm hating it."

Someone needs to tell PETA that their protesting is actually producing the opposite effect. Seriously, as soon as I got hungry for lunch, I took a trip over to Micky D's and got myself a delicious 6 piece Nuggets with BBQ sauce. I know it's mystery meat, but it's so good. And baby thinks so, too.

Oh, and of course McDonald's disputes PETA's claims.

Is that really necessary?

When I got preggers, one of the sweet ladies in Matt's office gave me this little daily flip book with updates about how the baby is growing... so you match the date with the day week and day of your pregnancy and it give you little updates. I love it.

Well, except today's update:

"Most of the weight you have gained cannot be blamed on me directly - I only weight about an ounce - as much as a slice of cheese!"

Gee thanks.

Next Tuesday is officially the end of the first trimester - 14 weeks. (Apparently not all trimesters are created equal because the other two are 12 weeks.)

Anyway, I've been hearing that the 2nd trimester is supposed to be the best I will ever feel in my life because of hormones and the like. Seriously, I've heard this from several different women. My sister, however, did not confirm, and so I'm not getting my hopes up.

Whatev. Happy Monday!!