Preggo my Eggo Update: 30 weeks down, 10 to go.

I am still running! Yay! Well, not exactly running, but waddling faster than a walk during segments of House Hunters/A Baby Story, then walking during the commercials. Unless I have a contraction that makes me want to pee myself. Then I have to walk either way. Don't worry, you don't have to hate me and unsubscribe. I am still downing cheese sticks and cupcakes and packing on the weight. I'm no Gwyneth. I just like to run short distances very slowly, pregnant or not. I feel that it is all about to come to an end, but I am super stoked to have made it this far. Things have been a lot easier this time and I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I have been more active.

WTF Comment of the Week:
WTF Commentator: How have you been feeling?
Me: I have felt really good this time around. It has been a lot easier than last time.
WTF Commentator: Well you know what they say, "Easy pregnancy. Hard baby."
Me: Oh. OK.

What I wanted to say was, "I should punch you in the neck for saying something like that to me." What does that even mean? I should hope for a horrible pregnancy so I don't have an a$$hole baby? Sounds like I am in for 9 months of hell either way. I guess I will take the option that allows me to drink while I cry.

Anyway.

Hi, my name is Julie and I am a closet pickle eater. I find that I am embarrassed to eat pickles while pregnant. I feel like if anyone catches me they will make a big deal out of it and I will have to crush their heads. It is just pickle to go on the side of my sandwich people. It isn't like a made a chocolate shake out of them!

Closet Pickle Eater