- 32 Weeks
- Making his presence known with some painful movements.
- Feeling my sciatic nerve. This baby is literally a pain in my ass.
- Hauling around a chest to feed a nation. Let’s take a minute to talk about my boobs. No? We don’t need to because you can see them from wherever you are reading this? I believe you.
- Feeling pretty exhausted by this whole pregnancy thing. I’m mastering the “I’ve given up” look and if I didn’t feel obligated to shower and put on makeup once a week for these blog photos it would probably never happen. I feel so big and fat sometimes that it’s hard to keep my chin up. Luckily, I can just prop it up on my boobs.
Oh, the memories:
- I’m suddenly scared of delivery. Terrified. It’s one of those things that I don’t think about until I’m fully committed and without it being that way this would never happen. I’m so freaked out by having another c section that I woke up in the middle of the night this week and started crying. I’m even more scared this time because I already have a little boy at home who needs me and I’m going to be gone for 2 days having surgery.
- I take prison showers: 5 minutes, cold, and with an audience. This time around I have a tiny man in my bedroom getting into things and yelling at me while I try to shower. Not really pregnancy related, but is a new experience when mobility is already limited.
I want to take a moment to pat myself on the back. Lucas and I were at Target this week and at the check out line, Lucas reached down grab a box of animal crackers off of the shelf and gave it to me with a big smile and said “aminal crackers please, mama?” so I said “okay!” and told him to give it to the cashier. After she gave it back he asked me to open it and when I did and gave it back he said “thank you” with a big smile and started eating them while I finished checking out. The cashier looked at me and said “You have such a polite boy!” I thanked her but in the back of my head I’m proud of the fact that all of our hard work at not raising an asshole is finally paying off and being noticed by strangers. By all means, don’t think that he acts like this all of the time. We’ve been that family more than once in many different types of venues. But for just a moment, I looked like the mom who’s son acts like that all of the time and I felt the glares from all other moms in the store. It was everything I dreamed it would be.
Short post this week (4 days late), but I have a husband who is outside grilling dinner and pushing Lucas on the swing. It’s like mom porn and I’m dying to go join them. So frankly, you all just aren’t as important.