not so fast, girlie.

Today I braved the California DMV. I had heard some horror stories about it, so I was pretty apprehensive. Word of advice: make an appointment! I did and it actually wasn't too bad. Anyway, the point of the whole trip was to finally, and I stress, finally get my CA license. I have a license, but it is still my NY one. Did I mention I have lived here over two years now? Whoops. I think I was a little afraid to part with my NY license/ID. But alas, the time has come. I had to take the written test, which I was especially nervous about, but I passed on the first try! Phew, I knew my boyfriend would never let me live it down if I failed. So we start a new chapter! I feel like a real California resident now. However, not thrilled that my DL picture is me at five and a half months prego. 

Speaking of prego things....friends and family have been clamoring for a new baby bump picture. I finally got around to taking one today. Mind you, I am 23 weeks. Here is said picture:

Now, I am ultra sensitive about about my weight. Okay, what female isn't? But I think it's fair to say I have some, oh, you know, issues regarding weight, weight gain, and body image. Getting pregnant and having to accept significant weight gain has been pretty hard. I do not know how much I have gained so far, my doctor and I agreed it might be best if I don't know, so I can't obsess. Anywho! My mother made a great comment on how I look seven months pregnant. REALLY?! She says I misunderstood what she said. And maybe I did, but what I clearly heard was , "Wow you are BIG for not even six months!". Friends, I ask you, do I look normal? Do I look bigger than average?! I'm trying not to let this get to me, but I kind of can't help it. Blame it on low self esteem and vanity, but I am pretty upset about this.

In other epic fail news, on our way to the DMV this morning we stopped at a gas station to pick up some bottled water, as I left my beloved CamelBak bottle at home. I ran inside and grabbed two big bottles of Dasani that said they were $1.79 a piece. When the cashier rang me up and said the total was $2.20, I thought, hey what? He was very friendly and smiley so I thought I lucked out. I smiled and thanked him and had a bounce in my step as I walked out thinking, "Hey, alright, I may be pregnant but I've still got it". I jumped in the car and proceeded to boast to my boyfriend about how "I've still got it". Until he pointed out the sign in the window showing the large bottles of water on sale for $.99. Oh. Fail. Perhaps today is not my day.