Protein is disgusting. All of it! Steak, chicken, eggs. . . all nasty. Well, they are good until I get about halfway through my meal, at which point they become absolutely repulsive. On the upside (at least for the baby), I can’t stomach the thought of coffee anymore. But what’s a pregnant woman to do when her body is rejecting things that the baby needs?? Sonic shakes seem to be going down pretty well. My next endeavor involves going to GNC for protein mix and flax seed. I’ll be making shakes at home I guess. Four more weeks of this part, right??
Finally. . . the tight pants had to go. Kylie was tired of me having to unbutton them on the way home. My mom brought me 3 pairs that are just a bigger size. Those should last for at least another week. ;) But then mom and Kylie ganged up on me. The dragged me to a maternity store, kicking and screaming. Okay, it wasn’t quite that dramatic, but I did complain a lot. Eight weeks is not pregnant enought for maternity clothes! The salesperson was laughing at us and wouldn’t get into it. I was content to leave with the stretchy thing that she offered me to help me keep my unbuttoned pants up. But the two females in my house wouldn’t stop there. They started grabbing pants (I flat refused shirts. . . no need to start wearing those tents yet) and shoved me in a dressing room. It was so overwhelming (except that little belly pad thingy so you can see what the clothes will look like months from now..that was fun). They kept piling on the pants. I must have tried on a hundred pair. At one point, my mom told me to hurry. (I think that is the closest I have been to wanting to take her out since my adolescence.) I eventually had to suck it up and admit that there were some cute pants, even the adjustable ones that start with a yard of bunched up material to give you “room to grow”. But what got me to agree to purchase them was the fact that I could actually breathe in them (amazing concept). The salesperson was still stifling her laughter as she folded two bags of clothes.