Saturday, March 31, 2012

I'm so not kidding about the fire thing.

I haven’t been a very good blogger lately. In fact, I haven’t been a very good blogger since last fall when my first round of morning sickness reminded me of what that lil’ positive sign on a pregnancy test really equates to.

{Um, are you sick of me talking about morning sickness and pregnancy woes?!}

{Yeah, I thought so. Give me two point five more months and I promise not to mention another word about it.}

{Well, maybe not another word. But I do promise to bring it up a whole lot less.}

Speaking of pregnancy woes: I hate maternity clothes. It probably has something to do with the fact that all of my maternity clothes were purchased from a department store clearance rack six and a half years ago. But, still. They are big, and awkward, and maternity pants – oh my heavens, maternity pants. They swallow you whole. Start at my ankles and end at my {double} chin. Err, at least they start that way. But then by lunchtime I’m a hot mess of pregnancy wonder with the crotch of my pants hanging mid-thigh. It’s hot.

And now my doc has me wearing compression socks to try to keep the varicose veins from taking over my ENTIRE RIGHT LEG {pregnancy woes people, pregnancy woes}!

I feel like lunch lady meets Steve Urkel.

Only white.

And pregnant.

But Steve Urkel pants are better than the alternative. The other day Brynlee declared it a stay at home all day sorta day. And to celebrate I voted against maternity wear and squeezed my expanding self into a pair of pre-pregnancy black yoga pants. Every time I bent over Jace announced to anybody that would listen that “mama has a butt crack”.

I keep cheering myself on with the reminder that I only have two and a half more months - I can do two and a half more months.

Really two and a half pregnant months is a sweet forever! But I just tell myself that I’m oh so close so I don’t feel quite as tempted to throw all the maternity clothes in the driveway and SET THEM ON FIRE.

I’m 29 weeks though. {29 weeks and two days, asamatteroffact} Which means I’m on the homestretch. The last lap. The final trimester. And honestly, I think I’m going to survive ‘till the end.

And if I don’t, feel free to auction off my maternity clothes to help feed my family.

And if you don’t mind, bury me in a knee length dress + my compression socks.

Because I think it would be funny.

But if I do survive - fingers crossed - I hope that the blogger in me resurfaces. I sorta miss updating my unedited life with our random happenings for memories sake.


Kerry said...

And we miss you too!!
Btw, I'd love to see a pic of that new trend you're setting :)
We want pregnant pics, really we do, compression socks and all :)
Not long to go, you're definately on the home stretch now xo

Natalie said...

Awww I'm sorry you've had so many issues...I feel like that with every pregnancy things start getting worse? What's up with that? You'd think it would be easier since we've gone through it before!

Jaelynn said...

I'm ready for this baby of yours to come, not just so I can see the cute little stinker, but so you'll get back to blogging! I miss your blog posts!

sarah louise said...

I miss your blog! And I love it when my kids point out my butt crack. Too funny :)

Jo (@ boogaloo) said...

Sounds like you need to treat yourself to some super cute new maternity clothes.... they have come a long way in 6 years ;) they make all the difference. Oh and while you're at it, pick up some super cute maternity undies for extra comfort too. Spoil yourself - you deserve it :)

Jessica said...

I think we need a pic to!

Debbie said...

I left the mall crying after going to find maternity clothes. I was not a cute pregnant all belly person so all the trendy clothes looked hideous on me.
Good luck about being in the homestretch! Exciting things are coming.

mammabug said...

You're so funny. And thanks for the reminder of all the things to look forward to. I haven't been pregnant in 6 yrs. This one has definitely been harder on me but nothing compared to what you manage to pull through. I think you're my hero.

We have our first appointment tomorrow. So either I've got a bug filled with nausea and big boobs or it's definitely a baby. Luckily my cousin is going to let me borrow her maternity pants, I'd gotten rid of all my stuff. We have some of the big expensive baby stuff and if it's a girl my sister is going to hook me up.

Glad to see a new posting. I think we all miss you.

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