First, let me just say that I am not pregnant. I say this, because this is the second time this week that someone has thought that I am pregnant. The first time was not really a big deal. It's possible that the woman got mixed up (several of my friends who are my age really are pregnant right now). Or maybe the guy who told me just wanted to get a rise out of me by telling me that there was a rumor going around. I don't know.
The second time was a little more insulting. My uncle saw a recent picture of me and asked if I was pregnant. You shouldn't have to stand strategically so that you don't look pregnant. If you are not pregnant, you should just look normal.
This means that I need to go to the gym. Maybe it will actually happen this summer. Maybe I will also stop snacking all night long, and maybe I will finally fit into my favorite pencil skirt again. I used to wear that cute, black, pinstriped, Worthington pencil skirt all the time. I still remember the first day that I noticed how tight it was. Justin and I were going to the temple with another couple, and I was trying to find something to wear. I put that skirt on and had trouble zipping it up. I looked in the mirror, and it was very tight on my behind--thus I wore flats instead of heals that night. I didn't want to emphsize my big bum, especially at the temple.
Well, at least I still fit into my wedding dress (and my that I mean that I can zip it up, but can I breathe? No). My goal is to be able to put on that dress on May 1, my anniversary, and take a picture in it. I have three days not to get any bigger. And hopefully, but the end of the summer, I will be back to the way I was before I got married.
And just for the record, I still hate snow. The snow might ruin my anniversary plans (except I think that school and work are already ruining them. But I will blame snow, because it never makes me happy).
