No more shoes, bigger clothes? Seriously, WTF?

First, for all of you potty mouthed sailors, WTF stands for What The Frig :) I'm going to be a mommy, so along with my act, I've had to clean up my mouth, and apparently now my closet. I'm officially 18 weeks pregnant today, although my tummy still resembles that of someone who needs to have a BM. I admit that I am noticeably bigger, but not pregnancy bigger so much as muffin top bigger. Just in case you don't know what a muffin top is, it is when your jeans don't fit anymore, but you are in total denial, and then walk past a mirror and become suddenly aware that you look like you are a muffin that just came out of the oven, only you were supposed to be a cupcake. Although, I am desperately wanting to get out of this fat falling out over the pants phase, I still have several fat pants that I wore last fall that are baggy on me(the fall following a summer of living in a bachelor apartment in Edmonton, that didn't have air conditioning, with an oven the size of an easy bake - needless to say I gained about 20 pounds in a very, very short time)... However, the lovely weekly e-mail update that I receive to notify me of my ever changing body gave me another rude demand this week. The e-mail came from the same place as the one that got rid of my high heels last week. Last week Mr. Email man invaded my inbox and kicked my high heels out of my home like rotten meat. Now this week he has decided that my shoes weren't enough. First he stripped me of my wine, then my high heels and now he is stripping me! Literally! I quote, "Bigger, more comfortable clothes are a must now. Treat yourself to a new pair of shoes also in a bigger size, your feet will swell along with your body, and pick a low heel for extra stability as your belly grows." This is my WTF moment. You know Mr. Email man, I am not an idiot, nor am I turning into a Fatty Mc Fat Fat yet... Although, I do understand that some clothes are no longer appropriate on me, like the ones that give me a ninja boot (this is the same as the icky camel toe and yes momI know is very inappropriate to post on a blog that my employers, past and present, are probably reading, but it gets my point across lol). I don't think that I have to start wearing moo-moo's and sweat pants everywhere just yet (although the sweat pants are probably more appropriate to wear with the sneaks that Mr. Email man told me to wear last week). I'm wondering if I should reconsider my relationship with Mr. Email man. I think we may need to break up if he soon doesn't send me some good news, like drinking a glass of wine actually helps baby to grow brain cells. So for now, my relationship with Mr. Email man will remain on the rocks... Until next week my friends :)