Being prego makes me loose weight. . .

Since I got my first positive pregnancy test, I've changed my eating habits back to what I know they should be. I've done pretty well over the last year, losing 20-25 lbs and continuing my vegetarian lifestyle. But now, it's a whole new game.

I think about every single thing I put into or onto my body. No more salicylic acid in my face products. No Retin-A. No candy, soda, or caffeine. And NO BOOZE or social smokey treats.

One of the other major changes is that I now have a whole new reason to go to the gym. Taking care of embryo by taking better care of myself.

Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a complete slob before the double pink lines. It's just now, I know there is a reason, instead of hoping there will be a reason.

This is a peek at my diet now.

I eat this salad everyday for lunch. (I know, I need to minus the feta). It is made of romaine lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, carrots, sprouts, red onion, red pepper hummus, and sometimes, one 100% whole wheat pita underneath. (All organic-as always).









For breakfast this morning I had this. 100% whole wheat toast, 3 egg whites w/ salt, pepper, and parmesan, cantaloupe, and my daily pomegranate juice.


















I hope this helps to not only keep my pregnancy going long and strong, but also to give me the healthiest baby possible in the end.


In other news, I found out for the first time today how I am not in charge of my body anymore. I almost blacked out. (Which I have only done one time in my life).
I was taking a long relaxing shower. I sit, I scrub, I do all the usual things. When I stood up, I felt a little dizzy and saw the dreaded "black flash". I knelt down and go my self back together. I turned down the hot water and felt a little better. I tried to quickly rinse the conditioner out of my hair, but I had to turn off the water.
I got my towel . . . and the room started spinning. . .I couldn't even dry off. I was nauseous, it got dark and fuzzy, and I was about to pass out on the tile floor. I ran for the bed and fell backwards onto it. I called for my husband and (da-da-DAH!) he came rushing in.

I must have stood up too fast. I was jittery, too warm, dizzy, and sickly. I just needed to lay there for a few minutes to get my balance and senses back. But now I know, I do not own my self anymore. For nine months, I need to chill.

But it'll all be worth it. I provide you, for you viewing pleasure, one last POAS picture from this morning. If you thought yesterday was a line--check this out!