The queen of Too-Much-Information brings you this repugnant update:
Pregnancy means eating for two, right? OK, I shouldn't be eating for two ADULTS. It's just a wee little person in there who doesn't need TOO much food. But I just don't know where my fetus ends and where my fat begins, so I just feel so fat.
So I'm getting off my butt to do some exercise and try to stop gorging myself all day long. Fat rolls are uncool. I wanna be the kind of lady who gives birth and is right back to normal size. That would be great. I've got enough to worry about without hauling around a big fat body.
5:30am. This is the time of day when a lot of people exercise anyway. It's normal, right? So here I go....
