Since I’m in the mood to complain over my beloved jeans I thought I would cry about it to you guys. I always thought being pregnant in the summer would be so tough because of the heat, however whats more tough for me is not being able to fit into my high waisted denim. Therefore, I’m trying to make up for any chance I can get, hence the denim dress. Although I have to admit this particular dress is quite comfortable especially for a growing belly, the heels on the other hand, not so much. On this particular day my husband and I were antique shopping and it was so darn hot I thought I was going to pass out. My legs, ankles and feet were so swollen that I looked and felt like a dough boy haha. Sometimes pregnancy has me feeling exactly like the little Pillsbury dough boy, but not nearly as cute. Dough boy or not I decided to just post the pictures anyways because if nothing else, this is pregnancy; raw and true. Its not all glamorous and pretty, sometimes I feel completely disgusting and when I look into the mirror I swear Jaba the Hut is reflecting back at me, however at the same time its quite incredible that I’m actually cooking a little person in my body. How crazy is that? A little guy is growing in my belly! It just amazes me and I cannot wait to meet this little man!