Please don’t think from this post that I’m not BEYOND grateful for being able to get and be pregnant! I am overjoyed, overly blessed and being able to be preggo and be a parent is by far the best experience in the world! My morning yesterday was awesome. I laid in bed for about 40 minutes feeling the baby kick and swim all over the place (awww) then when Belle left for school she surprised me and said, “Good luck, Mama,” because she knew I had “a test.” The test was the glucose test at the medical lab but she just knew I had some kind of test. It was soooo sweet and adorable I cried. Of course, I’m preggo and hormonal so I cry easily but it was just adorable!
However, there are still some funny/not so pretty things that go along with the best experience in the world that I thought would be interesting to share. These are particularly true and funnier things start to happen as the pregnancy progresses.
I’ll may write some of these in the 2nd person (?) so as not to incriminate myself on any of the charges…
Having your midwife very sweetly tell you (in front of your husband) that you could use a “few more walks.” This happened last Friday. Lol. Few more walks, few less cupcakes, etc. Same thing. She really means A LOT MORE WALKS. A LOT LESS CUPCAKES.
However, there are still some funny/not so pretty things that go along with the best experience in the world that I thought would be interesting to share. These are particularly true and funnier things start to happen as the pregnancy progresses.
I’ll may write some of these in the 2nd person (?) so as not to incriminate myself on any of the charges…
Having your midwife very sweetly tell you (in front of your husband) that you could use a “few more walks.” This happened last Friday. Lol. Few more walks, few less cupcakes, etc. Same thing. She really means A LOT MORE WALKS. A LOT LESS CUPCAKES.
Just the fact that your husband generally stays the same size while you grow to resemble that of a hot air balloon. = Annoying!
Retro Comment:
“Hypothetical husband”: (innocently, around 14 weeks or so): “Will your stomach stick out farther than your chest?
“Hypothetical ME”: (unimpressed and prob hungry - lol): Have you ever ___ing seen a pregnant woman before? (grrrrr…hissss…..)
Sleeping becomes a thing of the past, already. Being pregnant is amazingly wonderful but it is not “comfy.” It’s not like carrying extra weight from Doritos or donuts and is just part of comfy old you. It feels like you ate a bowling ball on short notice so this feeling is particularly problematic while laying down because you wake up every 15 minutes to turn to the other side…. See next point…
Yesterday a.m. I flipped a ladybug that was on it’s back over onto it’s feet. It’s feet/hands/whatever were all wiggling in the air and I felt so bad for it! I realized last night in the middle of the night that THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE while making these turns (a.k.a. flops) every 15 minutes!!!
Peeing every 4th flop-over is fun! Especially when you only have one bathroom and it’s downstairs… Did I mention how excited I am to move into a ranch-style?
I do not believe people when they say the forget the pain and suffering of being in labor. This is not true unless they were doped on some serious druggage. But I understand forgetting pregnancy pains. I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN about the killer leg cramps that wake you up half-screaming into the middle of the night!!!! Obviously, I remember them now!! Everytime I wake up half-screaming into the middle of the night!!!
Some people say taking a “babymoon” rocks it hardcore. I ABSOLUTELY LOVVVVVVVE beach vacations BUT if I don’t even want to see MYSELF (eeek!) after I get out of the shower, why in the HELL would I want to wear a swimsuit on a beach? I would have to look at myself in the mirror before I went out to the beach, and that would ruin my entire day (it’s not just the stomach that gets bigger, people). Besides, without tequila, the beach is a bore. For reals. Okay, well not a total bore, per se…but I wouldn’t think it’d be worth two grand for five days if liquor wasn’t involved. We like to pay for our tropical un-sobriety and have an amazing time on our vacations together.
I cannot believe I used to make it through yoga class at the Shala. Seriously. After going up the stairs this a.m. to get dressed for work, my calves were burning like I just finished Vinyasa III followed by a steep sprint uphill, Bix-style. Ridiculous.
I’ll try to think of some more but these are the highlights as of late! :) :)
Mucho love!!!
~Us
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