Here are some of the factors that lead me to believe that I am officially pregnant.
1. I can't wear my own socks anymore. I don't have ankles, but rather cankles (where the calves become indistinguishable from the usually slimmer ankle). I have to borrow my husband's socks so I can hopefully not totally cut off circulation to my tootsies.
2. It's 9:30 A.M. I am eating chocolate cake.
3. Last night I had the strong desire to eat mini-marshmallows in my coleslaw. And so I did, and I liked it!
4. I just dropped my bottle cap. Nope, couldn't get it.
5. My fingers are like Ball Park Franks. "THEY PLUMP!"
6. My once innie belly button is now more like a turkey timer, and this bird is cooked!
7. I normally don't know the date, but I can tell you exactly how many days are left until 4-15. (Seventy-one is the magic number today.)
8. If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it must be a duck. If it waddles like a duck, look twice, it might just be me.
9. I can get up to pee at any hour without lights, and really only one eye open. No really, cracked is more like it.
With all these subtle hints, I wonder... What's with those women who don't figure out they're pregnant until they're in the ER with horrible pain they think is an appendix rupture or kidney stones. Are they for real?
