These shoes were made for walking...but apparently not until after bump arrives

17 weeks preggers and this is what my weekly e-mail update tells me "Your growing uterus has shifted your centre of gravity and you've probably been feeling a bit off-kilter. Be careful and wear low-heeled shoes." Excuse me if I sound bitter, but I am already extremely clumsy and still a few days shy of four months, I really do not believe that it is time to trade in the foot wear already. Scanning through the new sears catalogs today (yes, this is how we shop in Petawawa, through catalogs, by phone and internet), I did finally accept that my feet would probably not be decorated in the beautiful strappies and glorious wedges that I have become accustomed to, but instead would have to spend the entire summer in my walmart flip flop's (and maybe a pair of those Greek inspired, goddess sandles), however, at 17 weeks I really didn't think that the world would be telling me to kick my shoe habit already - seriously, I have already given up so much! (what I would do for a prime time accompanied by a glass of wine, all while wearing my favourite skinny jeans that will no longer fasten over my little BM style bump).

While I am still attempting to embrace my pregnancy and really am enamored by the fact that I am growing a little bit of me and a little bit of dear husband, I have noticed that there are few pregnant women, or mommies who are like me. Although, I have yet to decide if they really are blissful expecting mommies, who enjoy every single back aching, itchy skin, constipated moment, or if they are just to scared how they will be judged if they are brutally honest about the changes their bodies are/went through and the fact that they will literally push a human being through their "mustn't touch."

Then again, as of late I have noticed that some people seem appalled at my honesty and others slightly terrified.... Good for me though, I have been fortunate enough to find at least one friend who sympathizes with my fears and complaints and what I have discovered as a new symptom of my growing little guacamole (it is still guacamole b/c my weekly e-mail update didn't give me a new object to compare it's size to and there are few things that I know of that weigh 140 grams). This new discovery is my inability to deal with BS (bless the little guacamole). BS has become my new aversion, like my aversion to garlic in early pregnancy, I now have absolutely no desire to talk to, listen to, or even be in the near vicinity of people who are 'full of it.' I think I have always been slightly this way, but I blame it on the hormones for the new lower tolerance.

However, for the most part, the past week has been pretty good prego wise (if you don't count the bloating). Hubby and I are getting more and more excited for our upcoming u/s and can't wait to find out if guacamole is a he or a she so that we can finally give it a proper name and with the exception of some roasted red pepper dip I made over the weekend, I seem to be able to eat anything and everything in sight. I am also going to start pre-natal yoga this week and can't wait! They say it helps in the end and I have my fingers crossed. I am also counting down the days until my Easter trip to NS to see all of my favs (although I shudder at the thought of how many of you are probably belly touchers).