39.5 weeks prego. Thought I would share my thoughts on why I’m convinced God has a sense of humor.
#1 – The only ‘broken water’ around here is the overflowing pipe under the kitchen sink that we discovered last night around 11 pm as the dishwasher drained. Awesome.
#2 – I clearly love to lament over Grace’s wardrobe choices (the first outfit of 2012 did not disappoint as you can see below) but the other day I actually looked in the mirror at myself and had to laugh. It’s no wonder…I mean SERIOUSLY. Headed out to the doctor I managed to grunt my way into a maxi skirt and black shirt. So far so good, but that’s where the good stops. I also had on my knit ski beanie because I basically do absolutely nothing with my hair these days except hide it. Are you with me? Now down to the feet. Nike Flip flops. Yep. Hot Momma.
Okay Grace, no more judging I promise. Officially humbled.
#3 – Let’s face it, God is ‘almighty’ and could have set up this baby making business any which way. For instance, he could have made the ‘2nd trimester’ when we are adorably pregnant, flush with ‘glow’ and full of energy the last leg of the journey. But nooooo, we have to go 40 WEEKS.
We get to round off the journey with cankles. We get to waddle. Smushed bladders. We swell, and swell, and swell. Lose our balance. Huff and Puff. Even our maternity shirts fail to cover the ‘giantness’ that is our belly. Heartburn all day, every day. Can anyone relate?
Inevitably we are somehow introduced to the super cute ‘I still fit into my skinny jeans on the way to the hospital’, ‘I love everything about pregnancy’ girl. You girls need to not stand next to me, or be in the same room as me, ever. But more power to you really 😉
Believe it or not, I’m nice and calm now. My delusions of a slightly early arrival are now gone and I’m truly okay with it. I’m grateful to be doing more laughing and marveling these days than crying because despite the hilarity of it all, something gorgeous is inside.
