Ah pregnancy. Let me preface this by saying that if you take away my irrational penchant for pancakes and bacon (both food that I despise normally) and my insistance on doing handstands through my pregnancy so I could see my center of balance changing (as a side note...nine month pregnant handstands just don't work no matter what you try)...I was a very sane pregnant lady. I def didn't glow and all that jazz, but I wasn't that crazy prego lady. And I can say that because my husband doesn't read this and he's possibly the only person who would disagree with that statement. I did, however, have a few irrational pregnancy stories that looking back on make me giggle.
For starters, I was a MASSIVE pregnant lady. My 5'2" short torso-ed frame had nowhere for poor little man to go but out. As evidence, here's my halloween pictures...keep in mind that this is me at the seven month mark....I still had two months to go and already that's some belly.
The only other crazy prego thing I did was fight to stay in work (really!). The docs had wanted me out about a month before little man was born because of my blood pressure and for some odd reason I insisted that I HAD to work. Hell...if you told me today that I could stay home on my fat butt, watch re-runs of Teen Mom, and have an excuse to do nothing and still get paid I would be running out the door...
What about you? Any good prego stories?