So I went to Target today during lunch (typical) and I wasn’t wearing my winter jacket since it was in the 50’s today. As I’m walking in, I noticed a few teenage boys sitting on the bench near the entrance. They whistled at a girl who was walking in front of me. Want to know what they said as I walked by? “Knocked uppppp….”. Yes, thank you boys, I am in fact KNOCKED UP. It did me laugh a little on the inside but I didn’t smile to acknowledge I heard what they said. While it was obnoxious, there is a positive side to this story because it officially means I look preggo to strangers. I mean if teenage boys can tell, who can’t?
On another note, I've been feeling great since my last recap. Energetic, motivated, and no pains or aches this week. My bubble got burst when I weighed myself this AM, though. I think I’ve officially gained the first 10. I’ve been staying steady with 8-9 the past few weeks. It’s hard to tell if I’m on track as some websites say you should gain 5-10 pounds by week 18 and others state less than that. And what’s most frustrating is that I walked on the treadmill twice since Saturday and I’ve been counting calories to keep on track with meals (don’t worry, I add on an additional 350 to what I normally eat to make sure Baby C gets enough food). I’m just hoping the number on the scale continues to slowlyyyyy go up instead of a huge jump happening.
19 Week Pic:
What I wore to work…cardigan from Talbot’s, maternity lace tank from JCPenney, tan maternity pants from Target (which are on clearance now GRRRR), and skinny gold belt from NY&Co. Don’t think I can wear that cardigan anymore without the bottom buttons popping open :)