Thursday, October 30, 2008

Me= Bear

A confession, friends:

I am a bear.

I hit a wall at 32 weeks. The pregnancy waddle lost its luster. The baby kicking was still welcomed, but less so throughout the night. My goal is to not complain. I do it anyway. 

Today I read online that at 33 weeks: "many women are still feeling sexy at this stage".

To which I give this response: Ba hahahaaaaa

I'd like very much to hang around all day in very comfortable, loose-fitting, mismatched clothing. Sans makeup. Sans shower. I only want to read light and fluffy books. I don't want to think about the election. And if Morgan has chicken nuggets a la freezer for the next 7 weeks of dinners, that will be totally fine with me.

In fact, it's probably good that Morgan has to go to preschool and that I have to get out of the car to take her inside, else I would probably give up my feminine nature altogether. 

I am a baby making machine. I'm a bear.

Dan assures me that in 7 weeks I will have more energy. I don't know who his misinformant is, but I'm just hoping to sleep soundly again. Sweet, sweet sleep. 

But then I do have this: I was thinking tonight that when Mary (Jesus' mother) found out she was pregnant, she went to spend 3 months with her pregnant friend Elizabeth. And although Scripture keeps to the basics of their reunion (they praised God for their pregnancies and such), methinks they did a lot of noshing, barfing and groaning. I laughed thinking about them hanging out together, letting their gestational hormones blend into a sea of tears, laughter and general moodiness. Personally, I think Joseph sent Mary away b/c she was too hormonal. Dan is "this close" to sending me away, I just know it.

*sigh* Well, now it's nearly midnight and I'm hoping the Petri Dish Love Child (who I love, thank you very much) will let me get a few winks. 

Seven weeks, baby.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hang in there!
You are welcome over here if Dan sends you away! :-)

Jenni S. said...

OK, so is it bad that I'm not pregnant YET I'm sitting here reading your post at 1:30 in the afternoon with no shower, wearing yoga pants and Dave's t-shirt that I slept in last night? Both Anna and Ruthie have no told me today (multiple times) that A) I need to shower and B) I need to wear my own clothes and not Daddy's. Yikes.

Anyway... Do what you need to do to rest and be comfortable during this time! Eventually we all sleep, shower and wear matching clothes again. Maybe not EVERY day, but it will happen! :)