Sickly, Bloated, and Nerdy...

Ah pregnancy, well at least now when some part of my body is acting weird I go directly to the source.  That tiny little heartbeat the size of a peanut, bless it's heart...beat.  Yesterday I found out another interesting pregnancy fact.  My contacts had been bugging me the last month or so.  I figured it was my time to switch out the old with a new set.  When I tried that and my contacts still hurt it dawned on me, "Wait, maybe this is something to do with pregnancy BECAUSE WHAT DOESN'T?"  Sure enough, google told me that because of water retention your cornea gets bigger or smaller (can't remember) therefore disrupting your contacts.  Some women said they only can wear their glasses while they are pregnant.  

HA!  Double HA!  Pregnancy does not know who it is dealing with when it comes to wearing glasses.  I was in contacts when I was in the sixth grade b/c my parents were afraid if they didn't do something I would go totally blind (somewhat untrue...but close).  I remember the day I got my first pair.  After years of having to wear goofy glasses where my prescription began to resemble the bottom of coke bottles and my activities only got sweatier, I was in heaven.  No longer would I be geeky looking.  No longer would my stick figure body be twice as small as my oversized frames... or bangs (late 80's).  No longer would I be called four eyes or have to wander through the pool in the summer pretending I can see.  I HAD CONTACTS! And I never looked back.  Anyone who knows me or grew up with around me probably can count on their hands how many times they have seen me in glasses (bedtime doesn't count).  I hate them... for the same reason I hate any underwear that you can't run a marathon in.  Uncomfortable, moving around too much when you sweat, and watching TV while lying down is impossible.  So now I have to give up my contacts for the peanut sized heart beat.  Well.... okay, but only because I'm sure it is much more adorable than Ricky Benson who decided I was cute enough to hold hands with after getting contacts.... and then broke up with me while I was in California to go out with my best friend.  It was all about convenience at that age. 

PS.  If you are thinking it can't be that bad just know I've never met anyone who can beat my prescription... Left eye 9.0, Right eye 8.5 ... anyone?  anyone?