These pics. crack me up. Look at me, I was so excited to be showing.
Oh, ya, there's a baby in there and I am sooooooo pregnant.
I mean really, I am getting big, and you can totally tell I'm pregnant, right?!What in the world was I thinking? Seriously....If you could see me NOW...WOW!
It's on!
The last few months.
Mama's getting big.
Mama's waddling.
Mama's unbalanced.
Mama's cheeks are fat and feet are swollen.
Mama's back is aching.
Mama's getting stares in the grocery store.
Really, every one's eyes...right to the big belly.
Bob says I can't really blame em'.
Mama's getting laughed at by people who see my big self out running (VERY SLOWLY, I might add).
I am not kidding. I see them looking and laughing.
It's a site, I know.
Kim and I were stopped at a busy intersection. Two men in a truck were looking and laughing.
I looked down at myself.
I am too cheap to buy pregnancy running gear.
Hell, I'm too cheap to buy regular, proper running gear.
So, my pants are too tight and my belly is busting out of my sweatshirt.
My hands were warm so I stuffed my gloves in my front pockets, which happen to be straight out in front, not on the side, where they would lay properly.....if the sweatshirt fit!
Kim stops and takes a good look at me.
"What is that?" she questions, pointing to the silly looking gloves.
"My gloves." I reply. "I know, it looks like I have elephantitis. I look like a freak."
The fact that I roll out of bed not tending to my hair, which is in complete disaray, or my face, which has smeared, last night's mascara running down my cheeks...is NO help.
A circus freak on the side of the road.
We both realize this is the TRUTH. We start to laugh. We start to laugh HARD.
The light changes and it's our turn to cross the street.
I make a dash for it. Kim stays. Hunched over, laughing hysterically, she can't move.
I take off without her and laughing hard too, darn well nearly wet myself right there in the middle of the busy intersection.
Bob and I hit the streets for a mile or two the other day.
"Do I look weird?" I ask.
"Yes, yes, you do. You look weird."
"But, it's alright."
Oh, good then. That makes me feel so much better. Thanks babe.
Men, they know how to say all the right things, don't they?!
I'll get brave soon and post a pic. of me now.....
chunky, awkward, and sporting some real, ugly clothes.
The previous line.....yup, it pretty accurately sums up exaxtly how I feel right now.
However, I will TRY HARD not to complain....at least not too much...
because as dimented as this sounds.....
The truth of the entire matter is....
I am HAPPY to be pregnant.
I wanted this.
I SO WANTED THIS!
