poor baby, poor me

i'm sure all my babyranting is going to get old quickly but ...

1. i have discovered one stretch mark on my belly. horrors.
2. my sister painstaking went to jcrew at stanfurd to get me the fleecy sweatshirt i wanted on sale. to my sad, sad discovery ... i think it's been relegated to the post-pregnancy stack of clothes. i feel like a furry fat winter bear in it. trista rehn wants to get back into her size 26 skinny jeans. alinna satake wants to wear her damn fleecy sweatshirt. no comparison.
3. i am poisoning baby this week with stacks of subparcrapdanishes. i can't help it. they've all been free. i have then been following that up with subparcrapdecafcoffee, full-guilt pepsi, and pepperoni pizza. i am so gaining too much weight this week.
4. my belly button is disappearing. it's literally closing up. alarming.
5. baby is scared right now and not moving because i stupidly had a latte macchiato on an empty stomach when i know full well that milk is a NO. (big hugs to honey for dropping off the treat to me, though.) not only did i skip class in utter agony (real sadness there) but i am now feeling like i'm about to float away while my stomach roars at me and baby is frozen in fright at the rumbly sounds all around. AND instead of playing baby mozart, i am playing him NEW BRITNEY. do you think he's mad at me?

and ... i am still hungry.