Houston, We Have a Problem

22 weeks and 2 days

'Nuff said.

Okay, just kidding, you know I can't go with out saying anything, but I'm hoping you caught the problem pretty easily.

My clothes don't fit me! 

I've felt so incredibly blessed this entire pregnancy. I know a lot of people who have had it really rough, not just the first few months, but throughout the entire pregnancy. I have a friend in one of my classes who actually has the same due date as me. She told me two weeks ago that she is finally back to her starting weight (she had lost so much weight from being sick). I can't even imagine! My starting weight has has been out of the picture, well, since the start and let me tell you, we are FARRRR past that starting weight. Let me just say again, I really have been SO blessed. I would take gaining weight over spending my day over the toilet any day. My point is this: My clothes don't fit me. It's weird. It's awkward. How much longer can I get by with my skirts zipped up like this? 

Looks like it's time to quit my job, drop out of school and lay around naked all day. Sounds good to me. The hard part will be convincing my husband that this is a good plan... Any suggestions?