"Hey pal, eyes up here!" ...And Other Pregnancy Woes

I've wanted a baby for a while now.  Now that the bun is in the oven... I could really be over the whole "being pregnant" thing (16 weeks to go).

I get a lot more attention now.  And it's not the kind I want.  I'm identified now by "the bump."  Men stare at it (at least I think they're staring at it, could be my other growing assets I guess, *snicker, snicker*).  I've been referred to as "the pregnant one" more than a couple times now.  Today I found out that there's a person in my life who thinks I'm incapable of doing something, "because I'm pregnant."

Well I'm here to tell the world that most of the time, I forget I'm pregnant.  If it weren't for the frequent trips to the restroom and a belly that's suddenly in my way all the time... I could block it out and get plenty of other things done.  Not only am I capable of creating and carrying a tiny little person in my body for 9 months... but I look damn good doing it.  There's not a thing that I can't do.  Sure, there's the medically restricted stuff like don't drink alcohol or get a tattoo... but you get the point.  So when it comes to something simple like working 50 hours a week or planning a party?  BRING IT.  If you expect to see me barefoot and in the kitchen baking a pie, you better not hold your breath.

My new favorite quote by the way...

"If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."  

So to those who think I'm just hormonal all the time?  Please see above. =)

Can you tell this got me all riled up?  I hope I don't seem ungrateful or anything like that.  I couldn't be happier that there's a little guy just chilling inside, waiting til he gets a little cuter to come out and grace the world with his presence...

But save the special treatment.  I don't need it.