Too Much Good Food

December 26th: How I woke up looking like: 

Asking Nicely...

Whenever I'm hungry I initially ask nicely for some food, but if my husband doesn't get up immediately, I have to be a little bit more thorough, like:

Moving Around

How I think I look whenever I move around in bed:

How I actually look:

Hands off the Bump

Whenever random strangers think it is socially acceptable to just start petting a pregnant woman's bump, how it feels:

How I want to react:

No Second Thoughts

Whenever someone offers my husband food and he hesitates, I'm like:

Makin' Music

Getting to play the piano for worship with my husband for the first time in a long time since I've been sick, I was like:

And my husband was like:

Creepin' People Out

As my husband and I are looking for a chlorophyll supplement in the store, we unknowingly at the time were saying out loud to each other, "Where is the chloroform?" looking like:

And the guy next to us was like:

Every Night

Pretty much every night my routine is like:

Mood Swings

My mood depends on how I feel...or depends on those pregnancy hormones. Some days I'm like:

Other days like:

Men and Pregnancy Advice

My reaction when a man tries to give me advice about remedies for pregnancy sickness:

Bye Guys

When I don't feel good and I'm at someone's house:

Those Things Hurt

All day trying to breathe and say prayers during those braxton hicks contractions like:

Body Pillow

When I have to adjust my body pillow a billion times all throughout the night:

Snacks vs. Kids

Whenever I get my pregnancy snacks and drinks out, I feel like all my nieces and siblings attack me like:

Bed, Sweet Bed

After staying with and watching my siblings all week, when we finally got home, I greeted my bed like:

Costumes vs. Pregnancy Reality

When I think about what costume I want to wear this year, I imagine myself looking cute like:

But realize I'll probably just be sick, fat, and grumpy and look like:

Back Pain

Whenever my husband offers to give me a back massage, my reaction is ALWAYS like:

Lazy and Comfortable

Whenever I finally get comfortable and don't want to move:

Wake Up Call

How I think I react when someone wakes me up:

How I actually react:

I Don't Care How Sick I Feel, I'M GONE!

When a GIANT spider crawls on my bed, I'm like:

Unacceptable Food

When my husband brings me food and it's not quite right, my reaction is like:

Getting Attention

When my husband is trying to get my attention and I'm trying to sleep, how he thinks it's like:

How I think it's like:

Long Walks

After taking a long walk with a friend, when it was finally time for bed, I was like:

Waitin' in the Car

When my husband goes into the store and I stay behind, how I think I look:

How I actually look:

Car Rides

My husband tells me that when I'm pregnant, I'm much more sensitive about driving in a car. He says my reaction to driving when I'm not pregnant is like:

And my reaction to driving when I am pregnant is like:

Dinner?

Whenever anyone calls me for dinner and I get all situated at the table and no one makes a move to start dinner.

My reaction is like:

Husband's Food

Whenever my husband is trying to eat his food and I come into the room, his reaction is like:

First Trimester Wardrobe

During the first trimester, there's this awkward stage of looking more fat than pregnant and typically my reaction to every outfit I try on is like:

Cooling Off

Pretty much how I spent my summer 2014 during the heat wave with no A/C:

Morning Conversations

When I ask my husband how he slept and he replies, "Horrible," I can't help but look at him like:

Doughnuts and Late Nights

When my husband and I eat too many doughnuts too late at night, at first we're like like:

Then we're like:

Pizza Deprivation

When my also pregnant sister texts me a picture of her pizza when I haven't been able to eat pizza for months, my reaction is like:

And she replies, "Oh, I'll just eat a piece in your honor," I can imagine her enjoying her meal like:

First Prenatal Visit

Going to see the midwife for the first time and having to take a bazillion health tests as well as getting a pap smear, my reaction is like:

Exhausted...

Whenever my husband comes home, he typically finds me like this: