rough sunday

Yesterday just wasn't a good day. I was super exhausted from having to get up so early Saturday and Sunday, still fighting off this illness and from being pregnant. I had my first little melt down about feeling fat. I'm shocked that I've made it this far but I've done so well knowing that I'm pregnant and not fat. Well yesterday I was having a hard time finding a shirt that made me look pregnant and not fat. All my cute little pregnant shirts are low cut so my cleavage shows and I feel like a tramp. And it's not that they are super low cut, it's just that my whole chest area is getting bigger and doesn't fit into my shirts like I want them to. All the other shirts are looser and while they do a good job of covering me up, I feel like they fit like mini moo-moos. Poor Josh, I'm sure he had a rough day as well because he had to spend it with me while I was being super bitch. But he was a trooper and was very nice and comforting. It probably would've erupted into a super meltdown if he wasn't there for me, in fact, I know it would have. I thank God everyday for my wonderful husband. I don't know what I'd do without him!