Pregnancy is such an amazing thing. The creation of life, is the most beautiful thing a woman can do with her body. Unless of course, you are that pregnant woman. Then you just feel gross, and leaky, and hormonal. Bending at the waist seems like a feat, only a contortionist could accomplish, and standing up for more than five minutes . . . well . . . say good-bye to those ankle bones! What is it most people say? "Oh my aching back." Well, for a late term pregnant woman, its more like, "Oh my aching back, neck, hips, ribs, pelvis, feet, shoulders, and tail bone!" (yes, tail bone.) I'd like to be able to say that I'm not usually one to complain, but I would be lying. I am, and always have been, a wimp. I don't like to be uncomfortable. Or tired. Or fat. Or swollen. Or constantly hungry, and nauseous simultaneously. I am not a graceful pregnant woman, who floats through her nine months with poise and ease, contrary to what my maternity photos suggest. There are those glowing pregnant women at the supermarket, in cute clothes, and heels (bitches) who you see reading the labels on the backs of some organic whole grain nutritious whatever, and then there is me.. Looking around to make sure no one is watching while I open a box of something over-processed and full of high fructose corn syrup, and artificial dye, in the middle of the aisle, because I just can't make it to the car before I attack! I am 37 weeks right now, and I am not happy about the fact that I am still pregnant. I get a hiccup, and convince myself its a contraction. I am ready to have my body back, and lose the 45 pounds that I have gained in these last 4 months. I'll leave now, and stop my whining, but I'll leave you with this: I do have one good thing to say about being pregnant. I'm enjoying my beautifully thick and long hair! Because I know after the baby comes, all of it is going to fall out. Oh post-pardom joys!
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I am not a graceful pregnant woman either. I'm puking in store parking lots, I have knotted hair, bad skin and I run around in my dad's hand-me-downs (because they were all that fit! lol). It's awful. Not to mention I was in pre-term labor for a month before Lydia actually was allowed to come. Those breathine/steroid shots kicked my ass.
ReplyDeleteBut just think: you are at the end of the road, and soon you'll get another precious baby to show for all the hard work you've put into them!
Haha, the end is near! I'm probably one of those moms reading the organic label but there is NO way you'd ever catch me in heels. I'll take flip flops, thanks. Well, at least your pics make you look fabulous!
ReplyDeleteHaHa, I love your honesty Laura! This is so true. I loved my first two trimesters but the last one SUCKED! I sneezed, I peed; I caughed, I peed; I laughed, I peed. I would fall asleep on the toilet somenights because it was easier than getting up every 45 minutes! I feel your pain. Rylee was so low that I could feel her hiccups in my butt! YES my butt. I think I might have told you that before!
ReplyDeleteI was fine until i busted face walking down those stairs at 34 weeks. ever since then, i've just been a hot mess. And in the last 2 weeks, none of my new maternity clothes fit anymore! And there is no way I'm buying more now. so I'm Lookin' real cute wearing Taylor's ratty old t-shirts. Not to mention, having my knees within 12 inches of each other is impossible, so i look somewhat like a big pregnant hooker in men's clothing.. oh, i just do not feel cute these days!
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