Pregnancy UN-friendly Job?

I'm just about finished with week 15, and I'm slowly regaining human strength. I've had a few setbacks, like when I thought I was cool enough to eat spicy organic chili, or stay up past 9 one night this week. But a barf session and bedtime at 7PM the next night reminded me of who I really am now.

So in all of my baby books there's a big emphasis on "safety on the job" this week. I'm sure they wrote the chapter with people in mind who work at places like a power plant or on a cranberry farm. But seriously, TV hosting really is a pregnancy UN-friendly occupation. Everyone's favorite thing to tell me is that my situation reminds them of the movie Knocked-Up. Sure, I'm still hiding my pregnancy like Katherine Heigl's character did, but let's remember I don't work at E! or have someone as cool as Kristin Wiig as my boss (even though she was pretty evil in that movie).

My job consists of me having to be on camera for at least 6 of my 8 hours a day at work. So that means a full face of makeup (complete with fake eyelashes and...ugh, lipliner), my hair either blown-out or curled daily, my skin fake tanned, my nails painted, and my wardrobe cute and trendy. Every. Damn. Day. No joke--the one day this year I didn't shoot was because I got a cystic zit on top of my eye that caused it to shut almost completely (thanks pregnancy hormones). And my boss seriously said to me, "It's not that bad. Can't you shoot a couple?"

The first trimester was obvi the worst--I'd puke countless times a day, and one time I was even tempted to retrieve one of my falsies out of the toilet. But then I gathered my dignity and just kept the left set on for the rest of the day. I can't tell you how much MAC Studio Fix Foundation I went through in those three months from constantly reapplying on my tear and snot-streaked cheeks. But now that my barfing sessions have gone down to around one per day and I'm feeling a little more "normal," I'm running into a whole new problem. My pants don't fit, and my bump is showing through on even my flowiest of tops! Guess this is the clearest sign yet that I really need to get my act together and tell my bosses what's going down! #pregnantgirlproblems

I'll leave you with this story though--yesterday I went to cover the behind-the-scenes look at the new All Time Low video, which took place in downtown LA in a huge deserted warehouse where they shoot a ton of movies and TV shows. The shoot took place on the roof. So you'd think with all these shoots taking place here, they'd have a staircase to get to said roof? Wrong. I show up in a short dress and platform heels, only to discover the only way up is via sketchy sketchy sketchball ladder. It was like fire escape-style too. As I ascended, holding half of our production gear for my camera guy, all I could think about was how much my doctor would kill me if she knew I was climbing a rusty ladder to a deserted rooftop where we then scaled several walls to get to the shot.

In closing, I think next week I'll start abiding my pregnancy book's rules to wear "elastic waistband pants" and "flat, soft-soled shoes" to work. But if I'm out of a job by next post, I'll know who to blame...

Quinceañera

Quinceañeras....Have you heard of these? It's when a 15 year-old girl dresses up like a child bride and takes pics on the Santa Monica pier with 80 of her closest family members and friends. At least that's what happens in LA. (reference pic) What does that have to do with my bebeh? Not much, but since McBaby's 15 weeks and I'm still feeling like poo, I'm trying anything to keep a positive frame of mind.

I did decide a few days ago, however, that I'm having a girl. And I have a feeling she's going to be a diva who makes me do things like buy her all the Disney princess outfits with matching lucite kitten heels, and have a peanut allergy. I just know it...I've been talking to her a lot lately too--especially on my long commutes to and from Hollywood, and refer to her as Diva (not to be confused with my mom's old cleaning lady--seriously, that's her REAL name).

The reason I really think it's a GURL is because I feel like no boy would ever do this to me. I've literally become addicted to carbs, I now watch shows like Revenge on the CW, and cry at Colbie Caillat songs on the radio. See? No boy would do that. Also I had a pretty indicative dream last night. I was having one of my typical "I'm best friends with a celebrity" dreams, and this time, my BFF was Kate Middleton. The dream was all about my announcement to the world about how I'm having a girl, but could she please not tell the tabloids or the Queen quite yet. Seriously, I must think I'm really fucking special to dream I'm besties with royalty.

Anyhoo, I've decided I've gotten fat enough to finally be forced into telling my bosses my big secret this week. So wish me luck!!! Until we meet again...

Prego or Just Fat?

Soooo, the 3-and-a-half mark for me has officially arrived, and basically it's what I'm referring to as the Beer Gut Era. I still don't look pregnant to anyone apparently, but I definitely don't look thin in the mid-section area. It's become my first roadblock as far as wearing clothes goes, and I honestly don't know what to put on in the morning!

It's hotter than balls in LA right now, so jeans are sort of out. Plus my beloved J Brands are *this* close to being banished to the skinny pile til further notice anyway. But something inside me refuses to buy maternity quite yet--one reason being the heinous selection everywhere. I mean, what is up with that?! The only cute stuff I've seen is on Asos.com (props to my sis for that) and on Pea in the Pod, whose stuff is way cute, but ridick expensive.

BUT! I did find something amazing at Target today (in the non-maternity section thank you very much), and I have a feeling we're going to be quite close for the next 5 months. It's this super simple long straight maxi skirt by Mossimo. It's only $15, and I'm def going back to get it in every color. Here's my outfit from today at work featuring the charcoal gray color. Cuteness!

So...when's the barfing gonna end again?

I know this is my first post and I should totes be making it super positive, but it just so happens on this lovely Monday that I'm feeling just a tad pukey (per usual) and not really in a YAY mood. It's like this....ok, I'm 14 weeks, and totally feeling like a million bucks compared to the puke fest of months 1.5 thru 3. But I'm still queasy and have major food aversions (meat) and feel like some sort of host body situation with some alien inside me who's never quite satisfied.

Yesterday, my husband Kevin suggested we go grab sandwiches and hit the beach since it's basically summer still here in LA. So I stupidly ordered a turkey sandwich. Lord knows why I did that--I haven't had meat since I found out I was pregnant because the mere thought of animal carcass makes me dry heave these days. But I still ordered it and ate it. Cut to 8 hours later (right around the time this delicious sub is hitting McBaby's sac) and it came right up the way it went down. It was like McBaby took one look at the order and sent it back to the kitchen.

Honestly, I don't blame him/her. The poor kid was probably like, "You've been feeding me straight up carbs and mangos for months, and you think I'm not going to notice this?!" Silly me. Plus, I've been obsessing over Skinny Bitch Bun in the Oven, which, if you've ever read it, will basically turn you vegan in a half hour. So seriously with the turkey sandwich business...

Anyhoo, aside from that, I'm loving being prego. I surprisingly don't miss booze at all, which is awesome seeing as though I really thought I was a wino-holic prior to this sitch. I'm getting slightly fat-ish, but still not enough to look pregnant. I actually can't wait for that. Oh! And we came up with a new girl and boy name this weekend. And no, I don't think we know each other well enough to tel you yet. We'll see....BTW peep my 14 week belly pic!