Part of the reason why I feel so little compulsion to blog while pregnant is that I am just not myself.
I don’t shop, because 1) what would I buy and 2) I can’t be on my feet that long anyway without really paying for it later.
I can’t really eat out, because I do have another case of gestational diabetes.
And the reality is that pregnancy just turns me into a royal bitch, someone you wouldn’t really want to be around — virtually or in real life.
But I have found the bright side to some of my issues in light of these tough economic times. Tis the season for the mailbox to be filled with catalogs, and since I have no idea how fast I’ll lose the weight this time, there’s no point to buy any clothes (now shoes and purses, that’s a different story). And eating out a little less is also good for our family pocket book.
Of course all of that “savings” will be obliterated when little Jellybean arrives. Such is the cycle of life.
