What am I gonna do with all this bump, all this bump up in my front?
Guess head to the maternity section at Burlington Coat Factory.
Out of no where it came like a beast. I've always had a gut, so actually seeing it protrude without the aide of a buffet or a few large meals was cool.
Now I have an excuse not to suck it in.
I've even parted ways with my girdle for the time being. I miss the feeling of my fat rolls being on lock down. When I danced or walked - there was no jelly to this belly. It was all large firmness of girdle-ing greatness.
One thing that really aggrivates me and aggrivated me a lot with Payton is; my face swelling.
With Payt it didn't swell well into the third trimester. My nose became extra wide and the pores on it started to grow larger, my double chin extended to my navel area, my cheeks rose into my eyeballs. I hated it.
Now I'm pushing 17 weeks and I can already tell my face is on the expand. I can see my cheeks when I'm just sitting there watching TV and I hate it.
Not that I haven't always had a huge face my whole life (I have.) - but this brings a whole new level of horrible self confidence. I'm already getting to that point where I'm in pajamas all the time, praying I don't have to leave the house for anything. I don't want to be seen, I'm not comfortable in my skin and I want to call a plastic surgeon and cry.
It's too bad I didn't have 8 kids at once, I heard cosmetic surgery comes cheap to those who can reproduce like a great dane.
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