Now I remember how I gained so much weight with my son. Now that I am 14 weeks pregnant with number two, it is all coming back to me.
Before pregnancy, I was fit. I was active. I ate super clean and healthy. I imagined my next pregnancy being entirely different than my first. I pictured myself craving kale and spinach salads and snacking on frozen raspberries or organic unsweetened Greek yogurt. I imagined my next pregnancy would look like this:
I wanted to look like her. Simply adorable. Fit and healthy and just glowing with life.
WRONG.
Soon as I got a positive pregnancy test, my taste buds CHANGED. I was preparing my healthy kale, broccoli, Brussels sprout chicken salad for dinner one night and.....I couldn't. I couldn't even be in the same room as that salad. I had to leave as I was gagging up a storm. I had to tell my husband to quickly finish the salad and serve himself his dinner and then dispose of any remains as to preserve myself from vomiting everywhere. What happened?! I did everything right leading up to this moment?!?!?! 
So, not only can I not stomach vegetables, low fat dairy, lean meats, and whole grains (literally ALL of them make me puke or leave me feeling like I am about to puke the rest of the day), but I have ZERO energy for my workouts. I've been taking my son on hour long walks several times a week to compensate but even then I am out of breath. What the heck?! My skins breaking out, no more nice clear skin. No more nicely fitting clothes. I literally have to eat every 2 hours or else I get extremely nauseous and can't function. And I am just eating whatever I can stomach. Which is not healthy stuff either I am ashamed to say. I am also too tired to fix my hair and make-up...Its not pretty guys. Not pretty.
So rather than looking like this dream pregnancy I had described above, I def feel more like the picture of jabba below. I feel like I am squeezing out of my clothes. I feel like I am out of breath. Tired. Just utterly burnt out constantly!
Yes. That is how I feel. Exactly like Jaba.
I know the baby is only the size of a lemon and I still have 26 more LONG weeks to go (ask me when its over and Ill tell you it flew by but right now its DRAGGING), but wow this is not what I expected this time around! Its not pretty. Not at all. and that my friends is the truth. Maybe I just don't do pregnancy well? Or maybe many women lie about their overwhelming sense of joy and happiness and conveniently leave out that they are feeling like, well, Jabba? I don't know.
But....
Its worth it.
My before bed snuggles with my now toddler, playing games and laughing up a storm. Yes these little teeny tiny people depend on you FOR EVERYTHING. To wipe their noses, brush their teeth, feed them their meals, wipe their tushys, but thats one of the beautiful things. I am my sons EVERYTHING. Motherhood is hard. It is rough. It is frustrating and tiring. but its amazing all at the same time. But right now I am miserable. Not going to lie.
there you have it my friends. The truth about pregnancy from one tired pregnant mamma. Good night ya'll!
