Th Cat's out of th Bag.

So, as of today, 21st August, I'm 30+4 Weeks preggers. And just for those who don't speak pregnant, that's probably about 7 and a half months. Yippes *Cringe* that's like another 2 months or less till th dreaded day. Okay, I read an article that says you shouldn't think of th pain as pain, but what you need to go through to meet your child. That shall be my mantra along with afew cuss words during labor.

Okay I hid this secret from probably 80% of my friends so don't freak out just yet. Even hid it from my own mother for awhile. I eventually gathered th courage to tell her and now, to announce to the whole world (or those who are KPO enough to want to know more, hence, you reading this right now)

I didn't know how to tell my friends and those that knows, are on a need to know basis. A minority of th people that knows, are told by blabber mouths whom I shouldn't trust with anymore secrets in th future. Harsh truth. But these are th moments in life where you get to see people's true colors I guess. Most of my friends are very understanding. Some are appalled at my decisions. Honey, for th latter, all I can say is FUCK YOU. You don't know what its like to be in my shoes, so don't judge me before walking a mile in them.

Now back to th main topic. Pregnancy has really treated me well these past few months.

No morning sickness (thank you genetics)
No give-me-food-or-ill-kill-you cravings
No stretch marks (again, genetics is a beautiful thing)
No insomnia *touch wood*
Not so much pregnancy blue(ish)

What pregnancy actually gave me was
A jump in pants size. From a toasty 34 to a huge 38(touching 40, just bought jeggings size 40)
Its probably my own fault that I totally skipped maternity stores. I mostly stockpile dresses that I can wear after I regain my original body and for th pants, free pants for my friends I guess. Unless I find somewhere that sells fashionable maternity wear, I'm not going near those abomination they try to pass of as clothes.
Th feeling that my lower ribs are about to explode outwards.
Prolly th worse back pain of my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

So why am I suddenly announce this to th whole world? I ever thought of keeping th secret till I pop. Wouldn't that be freaky and cool at th same time? HAHAHA. Probably I feel bad that some of my close friends (Hi Wifey, don't kill me) are not in th loop. Some still ask me out for drinks and damn it I need an ice cold cider pronto. And I want to take fat OOTD in my FAT pants and wear normal clothes and not headache over th fact that I have only those 3 pieces of clothes that can hide th belly and I need those to be washed and ever-ready incase I meet up with those who don't know.Yes, my 7 months preggers belly can still be hidden. Not so much th thighs and arms and ass though.

I'm sure all of you jealous bitches are dying to know how much I have put on during these few months cos I have been dub Miss Skinny Bitch by all. I'm sad to announce as of th last check up (3rd Aug, lazy to weigh myself now) I have gained a grand total of 13kg which brings my total weight to 53 (still skinnier than most, so suck it!). Cel commented that none of th weight reach my face and neck, I should be thankful. But I HATE my arms now. They are like fucking twisted balloons popping out of my petite build.

As of now, I have finished my semester at Murdoch and will be going on break till God knows when so I'll be more free to blog. Didn't really take much of th belly progression pictures cos I'm mostly alone. So I'll gradually talk more about my situation so please don't bombard me with questions and whatnot. Fair warning, I might not even reply you. So keep a look out on this space for more update on my oh-so-exciting life.