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I'm sick and tired of being pregnant. I mean really sick and really tired of it. I'm tired of my back hurting. I'm sick of the acid reflux. I'm tired of being tired. I'm sick of having swollen feet. I'm tired of and from the sleepless nights. I'm sick of people telling me how cute I look because I know they mean more of a Weeble Wobble cuteness...
rather than a Cameron Diaz cuteness...
And I'm tired of little old ladies eyeing my belly in public, just itching to pat it, but restraining because they know by the look on my face that they will more than likely get slapped for it. But none of that is what this post is about. I'm channeling my inner Norman Vincent Peale and practicing the power of positive thinking. I'm focusing today on what is GOOD about the last trimester of pregnancy... 1. I am no longer expected to clean the bathtubs. Really I can get away with not cleaning pretty much anything, I think. I also don't have to pick up anything off the floor if I don't want to. No one thinks ill of me for it, and they're more than happy to do it for me. 2. I can eat whatever I want and not gain a gluttonous reputation. So what if I have seconds at dinner? So what if I ate the largest and last piece of chocolate cake? I'm eating for two and everyone knows it. 3. I don't have to walk up and down the stairs to get anything. If I want a bottled water, the kids run down and get it. If I need my camera from upstairs, Big D runs up to get it. This is the closest I will ever get to owning slaves, and it's kinda fun. 4. People are starting to ask me what I need for the baby, which means they are thinking of buying me something. That's great! I love presents. So far, I don't think that I have convinced anyone that the baby needs a new laptop, but I'm working on it. 5. Slip-on shoes are fashionable, which is a very good thing, since I no longer can reach to tie my sneakers. 6. Along that same line of thinking, it is getting cooler here, which means jeans and closed-toe shoes, which means I no longer have to worry about shaving my legs or keeping my toe-nails painted. 7. Peanut is moving around a lot, which is my favorite part of pregnancy...feeling and seeing the baby move. That is all I can think of, which is sad, because I'm not sure seven things can get me through the next eight weeks or so. Ummm...Norman, a little help here? Oh, and speaking of the last trimester of pregnancy, my good blogging friend, Sandpiper, who is about to give birth any day now...the lucky dog..., passed an award along to me...
...and I just wanted to thank her for that great honor! I'm not going to be officially passing it on, but if I regularly read and comment on your blog, just know that I *heart* it, okay? |
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