I feel like working out constantly so that I don't feel so fat and bloated, but the more active I am, the more miserable I feel. If I rest and relax more I feel great. I guess I'll never win. Isaac keeps telling me I look great, but I don't believe him. I think he is just trying to be supportive. Although, he was adorable yesterday! :) He was leaving the house, he kissed me good bye and said, "I love you both." :) Ah, how my heart melts to hear him talk about our baby and grow attached to it.
Well, that's all for now. It is time for another nap. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through all of the Super Bowl tonight ....
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Being fat is good in this case, though. ;) People are funny about baby bellies - I've never gotten so many compliments before, even though I feel like I'm looking my worst (and definitely feeling it). But I think there's something about knowing a little life is growing in there that gets even strangers kind of excited. Which makes me try to be nice about constant comments about it! :-P I'm sure you'll be getting those more and more as it becomes more obvious that you really do have a baby belly!
Aww, Isaac is a good husband. :) I have to say, there is nothing quite as reassuring as knowing your husband still thinks you're pretty/sexy when you just feel awkward and fat. Love is definitely blind (or perhaps just gives extra-special vision. ;) )
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