"You are such a cute little pregnant lady.
You almost make it look fun! I know it's not, but you make it look that way."
-random young mom in the grocery store
(my big ol' belly. 31 weeks along)
I'm about 9 weeks away, and I can't even believe it. It seems SO far away, but I've got so much to do before she gets here, so somehow it doesn't seem like enough time. I'm pretty anxious to be done. I'm not one who loves being pregnant. In fact, I hate it. I was telling somebody not too long ago how much I hate it, and that there's really not much about it that I like-other than the baby. It's cool when you hear the heartbeat for the first time, when you first feel them move, when you find out what you're having, but for the most part it's kind of a nuisance. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or disconnected, or like I don't love my babies, because that's so not the case! I just think the getting bigger, aching body, discomfort, lack of sleep, and just your body not belonging to you anymore is sometimes a lot for me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and want to cry because of my sheer size. I can't breathe either, and that makes me feel claustrophobic, and that's just not fun. Aside from the physical inconveniences, I feel like I'm not much fun any more. I don't/can't play on the floor for too long with the other kids. Bubb can't sit on my lap (there's just no room!), and I'm just so tired all the time that all I ever want to do is lay down!-which makes me feel lazy, which I don't like.
But...
I am WAY excited for Spring. I'm excited to see some green grass, warmer temps, birds, flowers, playing outside, bikes, Chloe's Spring program at school, Mothers day (I love our big brunch we always do), Port's birthday (he'll be 5, you know), oh, and of course, Baby Ava's arrival :) We have a pretty fun vacation planned this summer-which we're all way excited about. I'm excited to start running again too-I really miss it. I'm thinking about trying barefoot running with the Vibram 5 fingers. I've never tried it, but we were talking to this girl at Disneyland who was wearing them and says they're the best thing since sliced bread. So, I kinda want to try 'em. Does anybody know anything about barefoot running??
I'm also excited to go watch Despicable Me on the big TV with the big kids with popcorn and hot chocolate (Port's request) while Bubb takes a nap.
So, 9 weeks, and counting down. I hope my family still loves me after it's all over :)
Oh, and thanks, random young mom in the grocery store. I appreciate the compliment more than you know
:)
