• going to knock on my neighbors door.  never actually leaving my apartment and knocking on our own door from the inside.  waiting for at least a minute before i realize what ive done.

• fitting into my old pants with the help of a rubber band at 8am…feeling like im going to die at 9am, but stuck in my ultra tight pants until im off work at 5pm (i have since given up on this approach)

• taking every pre prego item of clothing i have that is too small, and packing it up in boxes and put in our storage so i don’t keep trying to wear it and having a half hour long melt down about how i cant fit in anything.

• putting on my sandals that need to be buckled around my ankle.  the days when this was an easy task have left me at this point.  while on this topic, lets thrown in cuffing my jeans.

• waiting for my carpool buddy to give me a ride home i decided to pop myself up on a ledge.  nearly flung myself face first into the ground.  apparently bending at the waist is no longer a strength of mine.

oh the joys and adventures of a pregnant lady.