Hello, Saddlebags.

Its 8:58 AM and I’ve eaten my typical, pre-pregnancy allotment of calories for the day. The current tally includes: 1 spoonful of dark chocolate peanut butter, 1 Sprite Zero, 2 bottles of water, 1 totally unsubstantial yogurt light, 1slightly revolting pepperoni  lean pocket, 1 mini bag of peanut M&M’s, and a small coffee with two French vanilla creamers. 

Good morning 740 calories, you’ve neither fulfilled my baby’s cravings nor prepared me for the next several child-filled hours.

On a good note, it’s really the first time in 10 years that I haven’t been on a diet. Pregnancy is like running around wild without a bra, freeing but the droopy consequences are sure to come.  

 Just last week I ordered something other than a salad minus all things evil from a Mexican restaurant and it was like I had an epiphany. What is this thing they call a chimichanga? What have I been missing these last 10 years of exercise and diet? Apparently, I’ve been missing out on a lot; including saddlebags, which I can now claim as my own. Hello saddlebags!

Due to the small closets and few storage areas of our new home, last night I decided to pack up the clothes that currently do not fit me to make room for baby onesies and miniature sweater vests. Six large plastic totes later and I have securely packed up all my favorite clothes along with the depression of seeing them in all their tiny glory. This very task completely exhausted me, so I popped a prenatal and went to bed before 9. Pregnancy, it's the life.