LIKE
- Foot rubs from Bill (he's awfully good at them).
- Feeling that little person move around in your shared space - holy, magic, and terribly cute.
- Glowing attention from classy elderly women at grocery stores who tell you that they had six themselves, and wouldn't change a thing.
- Explaining the whole thing to a 3 year old and a 1 year old - sharing this adventure with them.
- Putting away certain feminine items for 9 glorious months!
- Ignoring the scale and feeling perfectly fine about a midnight meal, thank you.
- When Bill reaches over and puts his hand on my belly, and gets that Dad look. Just kills me.
- Having the 'good seat' in the room always offered to me and doors always opened to me.
- Being so much more internally aware.
- Drawing nearer to the Spirit - best coping mechanism ever.
- How my entire face changes due to weight-gain and swelling. Freaks me out to not recognize myself in the mirror.
- No energy. None. Just doing the dishes forces me to sit down to recover.
- swollen fingers and feet - no wedding ring. No high heels for church. Pout.
- morning sickness. HATE that particular brand of sick. I have the hardest time getting past it, mentally. Not to mention how it forces my family to eat a very finicky diet along with me.
- Being unable to sleep at night. How my cocoon of pillows seriously inhibits my ability to hold Bill's hand while we fall asleep. I miss that.
- Maternity clothes. Well, mostly my maternity clothes.
- Frequent trips to the ladies room - and how long it takes to re-assemble myself afterward.
- Not being able to play as freely with my kids. I miss being the jungle-gym.
- Major increase in irritability and sense of worry. Everything becomes annoying and perilous.
- People's non-helpful comments, such as "you sure you're not having TWINS?!" when I'm merely six months along. Just wait, lady, it gets MUCH bigger than this!
1 comments:
Oh my goodness. I can SO relate to #5 of the likes. It held true for 13 months AFTER the birth, too. I appreciated every minute of it. Or at least once a month.
And #7 of the dislikes!! I always had to wear compression hose and it made it even worse. I worked off more calories tucking, shifting and smoothing everything all day than in an hour of vigorous exercise. Sheesh.
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