one large navel orange

Has it really been two weeks since my last confession? Well...no wonder my readers were wondering if I fell off the face of the earth (yes, I never know anyone actually reads these until they start wondering where the new ones are. Except for Cyndi, because she's the only one that writes comments on here). Well not a lot has happened really. Well that's not true, a lot happened yesterday but up until that point it was mostly the rocky road to recovery for me. But I'm happy to say that most days I get through without so much as a cough (well, maybe a cough or two, especially when everyone else is quiet). But ok, back to what happened yesterday.

The whole night before I had barely slept. I kept waking up and coughing (ok so it's not totally gone) and turning and just felt generally uncomfortable. The past few days I had been feeling a lot of stomach pain (which apparently is normal) and some nights made it hard to sleep. That was one of those nights. When I got up in the morning I had not much time to get myself up and ready and on the road by 730am so I could make it to the free breakfast (I will only get up that early for free food) that was going on at a conference put on by some people at work. So I still wasn't feeling great but off I went. I started noticing as I scurried my way to the hotel the conference was at that I really wasn't feeling well, and by the time I was seated my stomach was really putting a lot of pressure on my pants. That's when I looked down and realized I was fully busting out of my pants. So, very discretly, I try to undo the top button on my pants during the key note speakers presentation. Unfortunately I had one button and two clasps on the flap part so it was a bit tricky. As was trying to tuck it back into my pants so that you couldn't see it flapping around under my shirt. Unfortunately I still had to sit through 3 hours of mornings sessions, so by the time lunch came I was ready to bolt. Luckily I had sweat pants in my car (I don't normally have sweat pants in my car, some of us were getting together after work and I planned on spending the night at a friends house, but it was such a blessing that I really recommend that everyone should keep sweat pants in their car. A whole outfit change really, you never know what can happen. And the day you suddenly grow out of your clothes you will thank me). I mean people warned me that one day I would wake up and not being able to fit into anything but I didn't think that it would happen while I was wearing my clothes. So then after all of my complaining to everyone around me I finally showed them the evidence - my bare flesh busting out over my already unbuttoned pants - and they finally believed me and I got my first "you look pregnant". Granted anyone seen in this pathetic state would probably get a "you look pregnant" or worse. But let me tell you, my sweat pants never looked so good (disclaimer for Cyndi. My sweat pants resembled nothing like the photo you sent me of that pregnant girl a couple months ago. Mine are classy sweat pants. From lulu. Ok maybe not classy so much as pricey). So I still haven't gotten the look or the question from strangers yet, but for those that know me, my stomach has definitely popped. Ironically my DH still hasn't seen it (racing weekend) but considering I have a large navel orange in there it's about time. Weight gain is still the same (as in no gain, but no more loss either), and even better, I can wear pants that only fit me two sizes ago with my bella band. I'm sure this will all catch up with me, but for now, 4 months is looking pretty good.