Hello friends! Greetings from your very own pregnant idiot! At least, that's what I call myself after walking a mile and a half in 4 inch heels. I have blisters the size of quarters on my feet. But let me tell you, I felt great! I didn't even complain about the blisters after wards! Not that, you know, Silas would have any sympathy for me. He would have been all "Honey, I love you, but you're an idiot. And a vain one, at that." So, yeah, no complaining.
I'm generally nervous about falling into the "frumpy" category so I try to take time to look extra nice these days. Especially since I think I wore sweatpants and fake crocs my entire first trimester. I have a lot of ground to retake, you see. Sometimes I even wear make-up! *Shock* I know it will come at some point. I will have five monstrous Italian sons, all under the age of ten, and I will be so frazzled that I will leave my house in those horrid sweatpants and fake crocs. But I'm putting that off as long as possible.