Squats are soooo last week

So, I tried to do squats yesterday as part of my leg workout. I don't know what happened between last week and this week, but I feel like my belly must have doubled in size or something. Last week, squats were uncomfortable, but do-able. This week, they were just plain comical. Luckily, no one was around to see. (At least, as far as I know.) Every rep, I tried widening my stance to make room for my belly, until finally, my legs were so far apart, there wasn't really any up-and-down movement when I squatted- I was just kind of standing there with a bar on my shoulders bobbing.

So, I guess my squat days are over for the next 3 months, which really bites, because it is my favorite leg exercise. Unless any of you formerly pregnant women have figured out a trick you are willing to share with me on how to compensate for the big belly - I am definitely open to suggestions.

Just a random funny story...

I was weeding my garden the other day and as I weeded around my melons, I was reminded of a very funny story. (Forgive me, Heather, I have to share.)

So, Heather (my sister) last year planted a garden. Mid-summer rolled around and she decided that although her cucumbers were somewhat small and oddly shaped, she just couldn't wait any longer - she wanted to eat one right now. So, she picked one, took it in the house, peeled it, cut it up, and ate it. Apparently, it was disgusting. So disgusting that she decided she wasn't a fan of that particular breed of cucumber and she would just leave them in the garden to rot... it would be good fertilizer.

Well, a month or two later, she wandered back out into her garden and discovered a miracle! Those disgusting, oddly shaped cucumbers and magically transformed into... melons.

No, my sister does not have blond hair. Yes, she got good grades in school. Yes, she has been in a garden before. Yes, she has seen both melons and cucumbers before. I can't really explain it... I guess she just is very driven... she wanted a cucumber, so she made one (in her head, at least).

Sorry, Heather, I didn't mean to out you, but it is just too funny not to tell.

The greatest compliment of my life...

So, here is the argument I had with Corbyn last weekend.

Corbyn is not great at giving compliments... ok, so compliments are non-existent with him. While I am pretty used to it, it has started wearing now that I am getting pregnant fat. So, I told Corbyn that I need at least one compliment a month. He was shocked and offended... in his mind, he had been giving me great compliments all along. Here is our conversation:

Amy: You need to give me at least one compliment a month. And you need to get used to it, because our little girl is going to need compliments every once in a while, too.

Corbyn: I do give compliments!!!

Amy: Really? Like when?

Corbyn: Like the other day... I told you I thought you were doing a good job not gaining weight too fast.

Um... yeah. So, somehow, Corbyn thinks, "You aren't getting fat too fast" is a compliment. I can see the positive reinforcement in it, but I just can't quite stretch it to compliment. Obviously, we have some work to do before our little girl becomes a teenager, otherwise, she is going to have major self esteem problems.

I spoke too soon...

I was all excited about going 8 days without puking. Well, I shouldn't have even commented on it, because you know how that goes. As soon as I comment, my good luck reverses. 4 nights in a row of puking again... I am back on the wagon. Ugh.