Pregnancy is an blessing...and a curse. Unfortunately, the curse comes before the blessing so you spend a lot of time thinking: "What the hell have I gotten myself in to."
There are quite a few things that have or could make the experience seem much less cursed and much more blesssed.
Here some of my faves.
☆ Pregnancy pillow.
This thing rocks. Though it is much too large to be a travel pillow. It travels with me. I have also, on more than one occasion, come home to find Yvan taking a nap in it. A major must have.
☆ Bathroom stall doors that open out.
Really, even before I was pregnant there were times when I had to suck in so that the door could be shut. Nothing is worse that straddling a toilet to shut a door.
☆ A foot rub.
Yvan apologizes to me every time he sees me get out of the shower. Yes, a lot of this new body of mine is his fault. But he makes up for it with foot rubs. He's even stopped complaining about having to lay at the foot of the bed because I can no longer bring my foot up to meet his hands. That should tell you a lot about my current figure.
☆ You always get to pick where to eat.
Lunch out with the coaches...they always defer to the pregnant girl. Not that it really matters to me. I'm gonna eat anything that is in front of me and possibly what's it in front of you.
☆ The return of common curtesy.
Doors have literally been opened, bags have been carried and ice cream has been bought. Some older man actually bought me an ice cream at Braum's because, "you look like you need it." Please refer back to "foot rubs" for reference to my figure.
☆ Mint Bliss™ Energizing Lotion
This Mary Kay product is a miracle worker. I was in a wedding last weekend and I slathered this stuff on before the ceremony and reception and was able to wear my platform stilettos all night. That was barely manageable before I was pregnant.
☆ Baby Showers
It is amazing how much weight is lifted after each shower. The best part is getting things you didn't register for because you didn't know you should!
☆ Friends that are pregnant.
Advice, sympathy and empathy in one glorious package. Gotta love that.
☆ Friends with babies.
Advice, sympathy and empathy in one glorious package. Plus it gives me hope that my life might return to some kind of normal one day. And by that I mean, I could really use a beer.
☆ My mother.
Advice, sympathy and empathy in one glorious package. I might have made her crazy but she is keeping me sane right now!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
My excuse is that I'm pregnant.
I've never been one to hold back an opinion, viewpoint, or random thought regardless of the company I'm with but lately it's just been ridiculous. The great thing about being pregnant, however, is that people not only forgive me for the word vomit that seems to spew endlessly from my mouth, but they expect it.
Any slacking service provider, waitstaff, or random person is a target and they don't even have to be bothering me. If they become a problem for anyone within the group I am accompanying, they are fair game. And all eyes are on me to bring said offender's lack of attention, overzealousness, or downright bossy behavior to an agreeable level using any verbiage possible. My trademark phrase has always been, "are you freaking kidding me." Now its, "excuse me but why are you retarded?" Which is always closely followed by anyone nearby with, " don't mess with the pregnant lady."
It's a good thing that most people are so understanding of my current state. There was a pretty long adjustment period during that first trimester. My darling husband found out real quick that asking me why I couldn't just get over it (referring to my crazy hormones) wasn't going to end well for him. He's been dang near close to perfect since then.
Then there is the whole baby brain thing. Losing things, forgetting things and apparently the inability to do basic math is normal. But, what about spending 20 minutes shopping in Hobby Lobby before realizing that you not only left your keys in your car but that you left the dang thing running. Sadly, I've caught myself getting out of my car while it was still running multiple time since then.
My excuse is that I'm pregnant. Only 9 weeks until I'm out of excuses. I guess I better make it count!
Any slacking service provider, waitstaff, or random person is a target and they don't even have to be bothering me. If they become a problem for anyone within the group I am accompanying, they are fair game. And all eyes are on me to bring said offender's lack of attention, overzealousness, or downright bossy behavior to an agreeable level using any verbiage possible. My trademark phrase has always been, "are you freaking kidding me." Now its, "excuse me but why are you retarded?" Which is always closely followed by anyone nearby with, " don't mess with the pregnant lady."
It's a good thing that most people are so understanding of my current state. There was a pretty long adjustment period during that first trimester. My darling husband found out real quick that asking me why I couldn't just get over it (referring to my crazy hormones) wasn't going to end well for him. He's been dang near close to perfect since then.
Then there is the whole baby brain thing. Losing things, forgetting things and apparently the inability to do basic math is normal. But, what about spending 20 minutes shopping in Hobby Lobby before realizing that you not only left your keys in your car but that you left the dang thing running. Sadly, I've caught myself getting out of my car while it was still running multiple time since then.
My excuse is that I'm pregnant. Only 9 weeks until I'm out of excuses. I guess I better make it count!
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