Fatty McButterpants

Look, I'm going to be pretty honest here: I'm chubby. I'm going to warn you now, so that the next time some of you out-of-towners lay eyes on me, you will remember that I've prepared you for Mrs. Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. Paul tries to be nice and say, "You're not fat, you're pregnant". Boy, husbands don't get it sometimes, do they? That phrase does not make me feel better about myself. What we really want to hear is, "You're the most slender, beautiful pregnant woman I've seen so far in my entire 31 years of existence". That's more like it!
What's pretty bad is, at this point, I can't even do the elastic trick on my old jeans anymore, because I can't even do the zipper up. Nope. I'm wearing the gaucho pants full-time, people! I was also under the mistaken impression last week that I could wear a button-up shirt to work. I tried on 3 before giving up. Let's just say I've grown in more areas than one. This also includes, but is not limited to, my face, arms, bottom, and my ring finger, which was being deprived of circulation until Paul bought me a beautiful new sterling silver & cubic zirconia replacement at Claire's. I've got to hand it to Paul, though, he's watched me do some unpleasant things so far, and has even managed to clean up after me, so I can't complain.
Anyway, I just thought I'd share the joy that is pregnancy has been thus far. I know you're probably thinking I'm nuts, because I whined for the longest time about the fact that I desperately wanted to be pregnant, and now that that wish has come true, why should I be complaining? Well, it's still unpleasant, but I'm grateful nonetheless.
If you feel like sharing a funny pregnancy story (clumsiness, vomiting in inconvenient places, forgetting what your husband just said to you 20 seconds ago, etc...), or a craving you gave in to (chicken noodle soup + cottage cheese = crazy delicious), please share!!!